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Matthew Hundley Aug 2017
I don't know who or where I'll be in 10 years
But hopefully I'll be somewhere for you
To come home to
Matthew Hundley Jul 2017
If love is an open door
Then I cannot wait to come home
Back to you every evening
Until the sun sets on me
Forever
Matthew Hundley Feb 2016
My mind is in so many different places
And none of them are close enough to you
Matthew Hundley Dec 2015
She felt herself hit the stratosphere
And even though she didn't know where she would land
She couldn't help but
Enjoy the fall
Matthew Hundley Apr 2015
I was lost
A drifter
Trying to find my way
And who knows where I would have ended up?

I think that everything we have is a matter of timing
We both had problems at home
Problems with family
Problems with ourselves
Weren't both of our families fighting
When we met?
It's but a hazy memory now
But I feel like we both know this is true

And Then we lost each other
But fate played it's hand
And we reunited some years later
We have both grown from what we used to be
I remember you looked hardened
And I knew something had happened
That changed the girl I once knew

I still don't know exactly what changed
But whatever it was
Transformed you into the strong, beautiful woman I know now
And I know that without this change
We would have never made it

I know
I project all of my problems
I let them build until I can't bear it anymore
And I let all of the pain flow
And you are always there
To hear me out
Whether it was a midday breakdown
Or that one time at 3am
It was you who listened to everything I had to say
And let me empty out all of my anger
So I could have room for love

Everything I've written tonight
Is God's honest truth
But I just want you to know that I love you

So
*******
*Much
Matthew Hundley Apr 2015
Words bleed out on paper
Without an open wound
*How?
10W
Matthew Hundley Jan 2015
I think it's raining from my basement room
But basements make for faraway ears
And Rain dries up so quickly
I still think it was rain

I think a wind is blowing up above
But wind is such a meaningless thing
Invisible and always gone
I still think it was wind

I think I am up there with the wind and rain
But dreaming is done in bed
And so many winds and rains are dreams
I still think it was me
This poem is from one of my favorite books of all time, Things Not Seen. Highly recommend it to anyone who has lost/is losing themselves.
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