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"Well how does he say goodbye to you?"
"We don't say goodbye..."
"How do you end a conversation?"
"Our conversations don't end. We've never said goodbye, only goodnight. Since the day we met we've spend every moment memorizing eachother. We are still learning every little thing about eachother. Our conversation won't end until the day we change the subject from me and you to us and we."
"Well then yes. It's love."
How are you?
How’s London?
How’s having the last word?
How’s looking in the mirror and sleeping at night?

I’m great thanks for not asking.

You were wrong about him,
He’s a good friend of mine and we talk everyday.
Talking is this thing you do with other people and like I’ll say something and then you respond and we just go back and forth and have this thing called a conversation.

Oxford dictionary defines communication as the successful conveying or sharing of ideas and feelings.

I feel like you we could explore this idea of never speaking ever again,
But then again I feel like you’ve already made that decision without me.

When you get back,
I’d like the Wonder Woman Blu-ray I lent to you that you never bothered to watch.
I’d also like every impulse that caused me to reach out the first time to not let me do it again.

Anyways, I’m sure you’re having a great time and I can’t wait to not hear about it.

— p.d.e
Talking.
Texting.
Selfies.
Unspoken words translated by tiny emotional icons living above my keyboard
Every second is doubled
Every day feels like a year
"Don't get googly eyed," i joke
But little does she know,
that message is for me.
How could i resist the presence of you?
You're a grand teacher of the art of self love.
Let me make myself comfortable as you sing to me the joy behind the pain
The truth behind the struggle
The love that never stops giving
You are special, and i have to be gentle
Because when something is fragile
Most certainty it holds value
And you,
You must be handled with care
You must be slowly unraveled
Every single piece
Every single layer
Slow hands, curious hands, hold you close  
Electrical connections
Distracted thoughts
What did you say?
Pardon my lack of listening skills
I'm finding it hard to focus on two things at once
The words that you speak
And the words you keep in your heart
I'm listening to what your not saying
The glow that fills up the conversational platter that feeds my soul
Go ahead, keep singing.
These ears could never grow old of the tune that you sing
Communication.


I want to mean something to somebody.
I want somebody to care.
I want to be able to dance under a disco ball with somebody,
Whilst pretending that nobody else is there.


Love is my purpose and poems are my wares.
All I have is for sale, to anyone who is willing to pretend to care.
Wishing for a change of fortune,
Finding out that nothing ever changes.
Everything remains the same, unfortunately;
Jigsaw puzzle mind…
I must rearrange it.


The order of the things;
The way things must be done.
You have taken my voice and ruined the joy of singing;
Can I please just have a little more fun?


It’s funny really, this reality.
Painful memories, I throw away with my apathy.
Embrace all new experiences.
I am worthless, without your guidance.


I write words down in the hope that somebody will read it
And understand what I mean, when I am sounding so mean.
I am sorry;
I did not mean for it to change your idea of me.
I guess I just say the wrong thing.


Let us build a bridge between us;
Communication is the key.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Communication is the backbone of a relationship
Maybe not always about the talk frequency
But more about the authenticity
Communication driven by mutual understanding
Fuels a relationship that is outstanding

Undivided attention
Effective listening
Seeking to understand rather than listening to judge
Seeing with their eyes and not our heads
Respecting feelings and emotions
Finding common ground during disagreement
Disagreeing to agree

Effective communication is the ballast of a relation-ship
You're my gold-crowned prince
My knight in shining armor
My hero and savior
Guide and companion.
Storybook romances come alive
With you.
 Dec 2018 Kirsten Waskewich
Izzy
My King,
At sixteen we have the world at our feet.
We're building our future with unsteady hands.
One day we might run, leaving this little town in the dust.
Hand in hand. Crowns atop our heads.
The two of us against the world, off to build our own castle.
Battles raging around and between us, but we will win them.

One day we will walk through the doors of our castle, our kingdom, our home.

One day our story will be told.
They will tell it.
We will tell it.

To the little princess or prince that fills our castle with the pattering of little feet, beyond contagious laughter, and more mess than we'll feel we can handle.
It will be wonderful, an adventure we face together.
A journey through life, all our own
                                                             ­     Love, your Queen.
We
Do not worry

For WE got this love

For there is no I in team

Yes there is a ME

But if we turn the M upside down

We can get a W

Thus get a WE

For there is no YOU

And there is no ME

It is WE and US

As WE are not alone in this

YOUR pain is MY pain

And the reverse is true

So lets pick OUR head up

Lean on OUR shoulders

Because WE got this, babe
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