I love myself.
    I have to.
But if I don't,
    I've devoted my heart to another.
Loving you is a bliss.
A joyful wonder in the process.
You are my one true love.

Love is not simple.
It is kind yet rude. Sweet yet bitter. Warm yet cold
Always there yet it could go away.
Anything could happen.
And I know that since the day I met Love.

how beautiful the art of
communication
holding power to
heal
what has been broken,
holding power to
restore
what has been lost,
holding power to
reunite
the closest of friends,
how beautiful the art of
forgiveness.

how much more beautiful is
the One
holding greater power to
orchestrate
these melodies
out of deep
love.

gray skies blanket a green field where
gray uniforms throw and catch
throw and catch
throw and catch

gentle breezes pass by cap covered faces
gentle breezes float up and reach inside an
old brick building
third floor
where she busies herself with
case studies, course selections, chord charts

while sitting in her favored window seat
perfect view of the evergreen turf
occupied by number four and his teammates
while sitting in her favored window seat
perfect view of number four
as calming peace meets obligation

resulting in relaxation
unknown for quite some time
resulting in slight longing
unknown to her own heart

The thing with being
a writer is that when
you get to know people,
you can write an entire
chapter about them and
all you get is a paragraph.

- *But oh god, did you even
try to finish the sentence?

When we went out in the
water and we no longer
could touch the ground,
it was then that you decided
to tell me you couldn't swim.

*I'd drown to be by your side

Caught up with myself today
Came around the corner
And there we were
Staring at us
Standing unafraid
Each step towards each other
Is another star colliding
Secrets to rediscover
Coiled truths unwinding
Cracking masks beneath my feet
I reach for the hand that's always held me
I thank the old illusion but
These false identities
Distorted beliefs
Past catastrophes
Are being released
And won't be integrated any further
With my permission, I am now free
Smiling, she handed me my soul
I stood in awe
Wondering how I had left for this long

Time to let go
Together, until I am whole
Return to my roots so I'll continue to grow
And stretch far across the night sky
I'll walk only the finest line
Even though I'll be terrified
This is a leap worth taking
As my two halves softly combine
We whisper
"I've been waiting"