though tough decisions;
more ofthen than not
i question & constantly challenge myself

is this what you seek in life?
are the hardships you endure reflect growth—
or is it just you forcing against the universe?

notice how your surroundings revolve,
take part in what you believe in;
do you receive the sign you are looking for?
does it speak to you?

all my life i believe
i have always been guided
towards where i am meant to be

so my answer to all of that is yes
have faith; be patience
you will get there

in French they don't say "i miss you"
but rather "tu me manques"
or "you are missing from me"

so tell me,
was it your presence that is missing?
was it your warmth against mine?

there is this big void in my heart
waiting to be filled
it longs for your shadow

My heart is a sword in stone
The walls surrounding it are impenetrable
Some would say more difficult to break than bone
Only the rightful will be able to draw my affection
No this is not pretension but only the most selective, honest and true placement of intention
But could that be my affliction
Being so guarded that I’m also blinded to the pure curiosity and interest of another
It makes me wonder

am I the reason I suffer

Eh, could be an option
I don’t think it’s wrong to lead with caution
In other words my heart is not up for auction

As It is just the most
important decision

I must move with only sincere fragility
Which takes much resiliency
For it is the only path
to true intimacy

Only the most patient and worthy
Will be bestowed such a trophy
A gift of the most rare
to be able to show one’s self so bare

here we are

looking at grief in the eyes
sitting side by side with the pain
without it we won’t be standing still,
firmly; and as resilience; as tough;
as brave as we are right now

somehow deep down, we knew
when the strom was going to hit us,
and perhaps we didn’t remember
how we managed it through;
how we managed to survive

at last,

we made it to the shore
though in crumble and collapse
the storm don’t last forever;
it's over in the end

give me your hands
take mine in yours
let me trace the lines of your palms
let me feel them against my own

for some souls are never strangers to begin with
and if many lifetimes do exist
i will ask for you in each of one
i'd pray to find you then—through them all

but if perhaps not in this life,
i hope you'd stumble upon a heart
that resembles yours