A Guide: Falling in love with me

My first thought was, “don’t this to yourself.” 

But I take it back.

Please

Fall in love with me 

σνєr

And σνєr 

And σνєr again

I’d be honored to have your love.

I’d be honored to have the chance to see a glimpse of your soul.

That’s the greatest honor anyone could give me and I hope that you don’t regret it when you do.

I say this to myself often and at this point, I’m not even sure if it’s true, but I know I must believe it...

I’m a mess.

When I say “I’m a mess” what I really mean is my emotions control me WAY more than I control them.

Give me some credit... I’m working on that. 

But I will promise you something... Just like I wear my emotions like clothing for everyone to see, I also don’t shy away from showing my heart. My heart is yours to see. My heart is everyone’s to see. I wear THAT with dignity.

My body... not so much, but that’s another thing I’m working on. 

So here’s the nitty gritty stuff!

My fears often get in the way. What are these fears that I speak of? Why, let me explain:
-Loneliness 
-Loneliness 
And more
-Loneliness 

I get insecure. That’s the fact of the matter. 

It’s not that I’ve been in a lot of relationships, nothing official, but I have felt my fair share of heartbreak- And I say that’s something I’m not afraid of but come on, everyone can see through my sloppy lies. 

It’s a valid fear. 

People don’t realize just how fragile a heart can be.

It’s not their faults. They haven’t witnessed real love before. It’s a foreign concept. 

In conclusion- I am a mess, but I am a mess that will show you what the word ραѕѕισn truly means. I will show you what it means to give yourself to someone and not expect anything in return.

one day 
it will be 
me
the love of my life
and the sun
rising above the trees
to capture
the scarlet night

we will rock 
back and forth 
                and forth and back 
and back and forth 
again 
and catch 
butterflies on our 
tongues 
as we bathe 
in the warmth 
of each other’s arms

my home
will forever belong
in
you

every fiber of my being knows
that you will forever by my love.
i wonder if it's possible
for any one to love you
quite as i do.

our days draw closer to an end
and we've been saying that
we are just friends.
but i think deep down
we both know
that we were made to be lovers.
we were made to be a pair.

i found a home,
cozied next to your soul.
i know, in your arms,
everything will be alright.
in your arms i find
my own personal Promised Land.

"How can you care about the world so much? After all of the things that happened to you? After all of the things you've been through?" he asked, letting his fingertips leave echoes on her skin.

"I'd want someone to love me the same way." Was all she said, as she looked up at the twinkling stars and thought about how vast the universe must be.

Just like your handwriting
You’re a mess
You hide yourself
By cunning words
Trying to disguise how you really feel
But that’s okay
I see right through the facade
You are the type of guy
Who sometimes cries alone
In his room
The type of guy
Who teases and messes with girls
Making them feel awful
Because it’s hard to express how you really feel
You are the type of guy
Who never shows his inner thoughts
You don’t believe anyone will understand
The chaos in your mind
But that’s okay
I see right through it
I am the type of girl
Who’s willing to put
My heart out there
However
You are the type of guy
Who never sees
A girl like me.

i hold the poetry within me i feel it within my bones and it burrows within my soul but i can't write and my fingers won't work. i need to speak and i need to let someone in. this is not something i can just tell with my pen.

Two bodies pressed together
Two bodies intertwined
Two hearts racing together
Two hearts beating as one
Two lips searching one another
Two lips tasting, feeling.

This is a sonnet of all that they were. Their passion was a beating drum crumbling down stone walls. Their love was a thunderstorm flooding the earth with its rage. Their bodies breathed for one another. Before they had never lived. Their bodies reached for another, bracing, igniting. Fire oh the fire.

Fire of two bodies.

Unearthly bliss
Was the sound
Of tidal waves
Crashing against her bare hips.

The curve of her lips
As she sang
With eyes closed.
Eighth notes ignited
Like a crisp fire
During the stinging cold

My love-
She is a hurricane
Of violent passion and
extraordinary strength

My Beloved,
Embrace me with
Golden arms
And tell me
All of the different ways
That you fell in love.

my home is forever
        amongst the stars
lightyears ago I was born
        constellations breathed life into my lungs
and the cosmos taught me
how to truly be free

“I’m not a good person, you know.” She began with a distant voice. Her lips rolled into a thin line and she shrugged her shoulders. 

“I trade people my soul for their time. The only thing that I’m after is someone to fill this e͟m͟p͟t͟i͟n͟e͟s͟s͟, and once they dare to dive even further within me, I know that it’s time to cut them loose 

and I fall in love 

all over again

with someone else."

I crave a love so passionate
so whole
I crave it like I crave the stars.

There's a raging war inside my head
I want to speak, I want to speak 
But no words escape my lips

Inside my head I'm screaming 
"Why can't you say what it's in your mind?"
I open my lips and I try
But I never say what is right.

I often hear the soft echo
Of earth's cries
She just wants someone to listen to her
She is aching for the brush of fingertips against her waist
For heartbeats to pound in unison
As a symphony takes place

They fall in love with me the moment we meet
It’s not because I am particularly beautiful
And it’s not because I have an electrifying personality
It’s because, the first time we meet, the only thing I let them see is my soul.

To be honest...
I've always wanted to fly, not like a bee...
Or even a bird!
But like a Butterfly...
I long to beat my wings, long to take flight.
I dream of touching the clouds…
Being one with the sky.
Some days... I wish I could escape. Some days... I wish I could leave...
But I'm not a butterfly…
I'm not some magical creature who can't even see her beautiful wings... No.
I'm a pitiful human living in this world with other pitiful beings...
Oh how I wish I could fly...