Remember when you used to
look at your future and see
me standing there
Don't lose sight of that
or else I'll slip away
too far out for you to reach

The truth is
things have changed,
we've changed
We're not the same people we were 3 years ago
no matter how hard we try
and I don't think that's our fault
It happens,
life happens,
and things change for a reason,
because if they're not changing,
we're not growing
and maybe that's the problem
we're growing
out of each other,
not into the perfect life
we envisioned years ago,
but into new things
that are better handled alone
But somehow,
after all the change,
you're still the only one who can
fulfill my loneliness
my sadness
the empty space in my heart
And that's why it's so hard for me
because without you,
I am incomplete

I too often
Feel like I am not living up to
What the world is offering me
Instead I'm settling
In my own comfortable reality
Too afraid
To cross the line
But I hear that on the other side,
There are clouds were rocks should be
The rain tastes like gumdrops
And everyone listens to your ideas
Maybe I'll see it someday
But for now,
I'll be here

Let me be your first sip of coffee
In the morning
So throughout the day,
You'll feel my energy
Caressing your veins
Or I can be the first splash of water
In your shower
Cleansing you of your past
And the damage left behind
But I'll also be your bed sheets
Waiting for you to come home
And let out all your sorrows
And then I'll be your pillow
Right under your mind
Leaving you with
That tiny bit of
Comfort
Every night

When did the world become a place I am afraid to live in?
It seems like everyday instead of waking up to smiles and laughter
I awake to news of death and damage
It's not okay
And it shouldn't be the normal
Hate is never the reason to pick up a gun
And shoot
Anger is not the trigger to a bomb
Frustration is not the blade to a knife
But for some, it is
And others will never get the chance to open their eyes again
Or walk another step
Or say I love you
The answer isn't to hate back
But to live in honour of those who can't
To cherish the fact that you are alive
You are here
And you are important

What is it exactly that
made you so enchanted by me?
Is it because it takes hours
to get myself ready to go out,
The way my hair puffs up
whenever it's wet or warm out,
How I leave my ***** dishes
in the sink for a whole week,
When I decide not to sleep
so I can binge watch Netflix,
My nervous talk and laugh
during new social situations,
The anxiety that attacks me
whenever I'm at a low,
Emotions that never fail
to show themselves to the world,
The money that I waste
just to fulfill my need for change,
Procrastination with every task
and the self-regret that follows,
The lack of content every now and then
when I look into the mirror?

What is it exactly that
made you fall in love
with me?

Love was meeting for the first time and asking her for a dance
Love was sitting on the bench in the park when you didn't have money for a movie
Love was being young, wild and free
Love was showing her off to all your friends who wished they could be you
Love was letting yourself go and letting her in
Love was getting up in front of your whole family and giving her a ring
Love was scared
Love was exciting
Love was the big wedding day
Love was the hot sun and deep waves of the honeymoon
Love was buying your own home in an unfamiliar town
Love was beginning new careers
Love was creating two daughters
Love was creating a son
Love was dealing with sickness and unwellness
Love was celebrating holidays and new years
Love was making memories around the world
Love was finding alone time in the midst of chaos
Love was getting through losses of loved ones
Love was finding comfort in spirituality every Sunday
Love was appreciation
Love was growing up
Love was working all day everyday without having the time to say how are you
Love was stressed over all the broken pieces of the past
Love was fighting over who knows what and who knows why
Love was yelling at 2am
Love was trying to connect with her even though she pushed you away
Love was another woman
Love was another man
Love was crying
Love was hurting
Love was realizing that love was not the same

Love was leaving