Calm*

That's definitely a word that I wouldn't expect to come up right now,
but it does.
I am relaxed.
A serene nature spills over me,
dumbfounding.
I know it works out either way,
and I think that's why I remain calm.
My heart knows I can be happy either way,
and that makes me happy.
Look at how far I have come,
you helped me with so much.
I can go out in the world,
and not ever be afraid again.
You taught me good things,
and bad.

You let me realize I am more than this,
I am more than the notch in the back of that truck,
I am more than a drunken plea from a pathetic loser,
I am more than a drunk car drive home.

I am worth more than I ever imagined,
and I can finally see it.
That light at the end of the tunnel.
I am unsure of the ending,
but I know that it is good.

There's no anger,
there's no more tears,
just a sure grip on reality and my worth as a person.
And it won't be the same for a while,
but it's okay.
It'll always be okay in the end.

This definitely isn't a sad sob story at all,
it was never meant to be one.
Just a simple crossing of paths,
for lessons sake.
Positive thoughts and positive feelings,
that's what I have in my heart.

No matter what does happen,
I got this big chunk of me back.
It was lost for such a long time,
but I just found it in myself.

You can break and shatter a vase,
with all of the pieces of it broken and scattered,
and you can glue all of the pieces back,
missing or not,
and it'll still be a vase.
It may not work,
or be pretty,
or stand up straight,
but it is still the vase that was before it was broken.

Thank you for everything,
because all of this,
it wasn't for nothing,
it was definitely something more.

I sit down like I'm six years old again,
I hold my dear stuffed animal to me,
I grab my salty snacks,
and I watch a Disney movie.

Not a particular one,
because they all have that same thing in them at one point or another,
true love

When I was six years old,
I always wondered what it would be like to be in love with someone.
Would I get to wear a big dress all the time?
Would I get my own pair of Venetian glass slippers?
Would I meet somebody unexpectedly and they would whisk me away?
Would somebody want to search the whole entire kingdom for me until they found me?
Would somebody finally love me for me and nothing else mattered?

Maybe exclude the dress, the shoes, and the kingdom part,
but yes it could definitely happen.

I remember I would sit down and write things that I would say to my true love,
when I met him.
Just silly little things I guess.
I would pretend that I was getting married and I would walk down the hallway,
pretending to be walking down the aisle to him.

I guess in theory I am still that six year old little girl,
in pure awe and imagination of what it would be like to be someone's princess.
To be fought for and rescued from some horrible fate.
I think it's possible to have that still,
I pray it is.
I still dream of being married one day,
to the most perfect person in the whole world.
They may not be perfect,
but they are to me.
I dream they will take every breath in their body and fight for me,
or they will use every waking hour and search the kingdom to find me.

The world is a gray and colorless place,
but I return to my dreams,
my hopes,
and my imagination.

And maybe someday,
instead of having to dream of these things,
I can be awake while they happen.

Could the answer really be that simple.

No,
I won't believe it.

It's not right to do this to a person,
Or anyone in general.
It's wrong.

I'm not sugar coating it any longer.

Take me to bed, or lose me forever.

I crumble down,
Like the fool I am.

I cry for you,
I beg for you.
My heart is calling out to you.

Why don't you talk to me.

God this is torture.

Go back to normal,
We need to go back to normal.

But this isn't even close.

Please enough of all of this.

I want us back.

I will fight until I can't fight anymore.

You're holding something back.
Is there someone else?

Honesty.

I don't want to suffer anymore,
Just tell me.

I want you more than life.

I've hit a wall,
Over and over again.

Try talking to the one you love,
The one you've been with forever,
But you can't..

You can't talk to them like you used to.
You can't hug them,
Or kiss them.
Nothing

It's back to the beginning.
It's hurting me so badly.
It's frustrating.

I want to run to you.
I want to vent to you.
I want to be held in your arms.

I've hit a wall.
I can't get over it.

I can't knock it down.

I've hit a wall.

Go slow girl,
You can't rush this.

It won't be the same anymore,
in the dark for too long.

Nobody ever comes back.

Don't rush it,
you should know this by now.

It's not him anymore.

Stay your distance girl,
don't get too close.

Give it time,
go slow.
Don't rush it.

Stop being frustrated girl,
that won't help you at all.
I know,
I know.

I can't sleep.

All I can think about is them together

Etched in my mind forever.
It can't be erased,
it never will be.

Just go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning

More scenarios,
more thoughts.

This is unhealthy,
but so was that.

Breathe,
think of something else.

How can I think of anything but that?

Shh,
go slow.
Don't rush this,
don't mess this up.