Word-weaver,
Soul-keeper.
Heart-seeker,
World-eater.
You steal away
the sorrow
buried
deeply
in my chest,
and it
no
longer
hurts;
the act
of breathing,
the act
of being.
You tug at
my heartstrings
and I wonder:

“Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”

"When I go, you will miss me very much, and this I know. I would never mean to hurt you, Darling, but I have to leave you behind as well, and the part that makes this difficult is that you will tell me to take care, even when you want me to stay."

I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,

With every ounce of our afterglow.

~

"And it is at this point I admit;
I have been afraid of life when I should have been living it."

"Sometimes it's not the words we're looking for, but rather, the right person who cares enough to say them that can make all the difference in the world."

Yearning for your love that will always be true,
Offering these words as a memory of you.
Under the light of the ever-watchful moon,
Affectionately wishing that I'll be with you soon.

Reminiscing of the times when we were together,
Every moment of it all made me feel so much better.
Maybe someday I'll find the right words to say,
You are my only one, and may you never go away.

Surprising me with every little thing that you do,
Uttering your words that are as sweet sa honeydew.
Never wanting to see me down and alone,
Singing me to sleep in your lovely caring tone.

Here in my thoughts, a sweet surrender.
If only this moment could last forever.
Now that we're close, I won't ever let you go.
Eyes that tell me, of a wonderful tomorrow.

A little while ago, you gave me a promise,
For the one thing that you'll never want to miss.
To be with me, no matter how far apart we are,
Even if you're gone, we'll be wishing on the same star.

Rendering me speechless with your sweet caress,
Through the sound of your voice, I have to confess.
Here in your arms is where I want to stay,
Endlessly caring for you, in every single way.

Reaching out to a photo of you and me,
And smiling at how the two of us were meant to be.
Inside my room, I end this one short note.
Not even sleepy, hope you'll like what I wrote.

"I don't want a love like that,
where someone feels entitled to be loved by you
when you feel like finding time for yourself.
I don't want a love like that for you."

"We're all the same here;
we're all human in this place.
All lives matter.
There is no exception."

"If each of us are tiny dots in the vast expanse of the universe, then perhaps we leave lines wherever we go. And these lines, they intersect with other lines, and that’s how we’re all connected. All of us. Living under the stars,
making our own maps, creating our own trails."

I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You
I Love You

"See this? This is perfect. The way the breeze balances out the warmth of that sunrise we're about to see in a few minutes or so, the songs you love playing adding that perfect mellow tone. And. This. Moment. As you keep me in your bright eyes."

Where do you take me?
You take me
everywhere;
“over the mountains,
and under the stars”
Darling.

"Wherever you are
is where I call my home."

"We were worse
than abandoned homes
or broken toys.
Even ruins had more love than us."

We are not books,
but rather,
we are authors;
we hold sway
over our stories,
not the other way around.

"No, I don’t believe we are here to work every day of our lives just to get by. We are made for music. We are born for love. We exist for adventure."

What have you done?
She is splendid,
even
in
simplicity,
and you
squandered
the very gift
of her presence.

All your life,
seeking
and
yearning
instead
of
being
and
staying
in Love.

You are *blessed
by The Cosmos of coincidences
that finally led up
to your meeting,
You are blessed
to have been called
Love.

What have you done?
Do these words reach you now?
*What have you done?

Even in
the cold,
even in
the dark,
Your presence
is a source
of warmth.
Even when
I stray
into
my
night,
You
beckon,
c
e
a
s
e
l
e
s
s
l
y
,
ever bright.

"I know it hurts, and I know it’s difficult, but keep in mind that through all the pain and hardship endured you still remain to be the more loving one, and he can never take that bravery away from you."

"There are times when we lose ourselves in the people and the things in life that we love, and perhaps it is in these moments that we find who we are, and where we belong."

"Sometimes hearts sink like stones;
all the way to the bottom of the ocean."

"To me, the way you live is poetry."

Too young and inexperienced to say
that I’m already sick of the world’s cruelty.

"There are some things you just can’t fix. You wish you could, but you can’t. Here I was, hoping against hope that I will never see you again, that I’d be okay without you. And yet here you are, back in my life again, and I’ve realized that I am either with you or without you,
and without you I was never the same."

"This story is about you, and in a way it’s also about me.
This story is about you, and what you mean to me."

You shivered
the sun was up
but somehow it still felt cold

"I wasn't going
anywhere
anymore
anyway."

"Reality makes longing all the more difficult."

Some scars appear
as immaculate smiles
painted below weary
eyes that know
nothing but to
quietly turn away.

Some scars,
permeating,
turn
the air
in one's
lungs
to sulfur,
spreading
counterfeit
blood
through
the veins
like an
acrid,
festering
poison.
Some scars,
corroding,
leave a heart
surrounded
in rot,
and
a mind
courting
the
seductive
caress
of
endless
oblivion.

Turn back now,
toward that mirror.
Stay foul, rotten
and helplessly hurting.
Some scars heal
in complete surrender.

And I know
how the past
can be
a difficult thing
to forget.
Bruised knees
and
bleeding elbows
were far easier problems
to fix than matters
of
the heart.

But don’t forget
in each somber
embrace of defeat
is your soul
lying in wait,
resting to rise,
your judgment solely
superior yet finite.
Take it slow.
Pain fades overtime.
Scars simply remind.

........
And I wish you had none of it,
but let the marks on your skin
be a testament to
the wild call of adventure in your heart.
Let the heaviness in your chest
tell you that there have been
instances in your life
where you have chosen to be brave;
that sometimes
—when you let the love in—
the hurt also enters,
completely uninvited,
and sometimes it's
the one that stays.
Sometimes we
take the leap,
and sometimes
we don't walk away
from it unscathed,
but that doesn't mean
you are not all the good
that is found in you
—that doesn't mean
you weren't enough;
You are the sum total
of all the things you love
and care about,
and no amount of hurt will ever take that away from you.


You are a constellation of scars born from mysteries and imperfect Ever Afters,
and one incredibly unforgettable journey.

No, not here
Not this time
This is the exception

Try killing the habit
that people
are only as interesting
as whom they like,
and who likes them.
There is so much more
to discover about someone

You didn't mean to
I know
I know