I’m all giggles and in love with you.

Last night
You bought me a new beanie because you thought I would like it and would keep me warm, plus you know how much I love them.
A Reese’s chocolate lava because they’re my favorite at the corner store you stop at.
To be loved is to be seen.
Last night you picked me up, high in the air, me giggling while you held me close to your chest high in the air.
We play wrestled and I giggled. I giggled. And I giggled.
Last night we spoke about my fears & you gave me reassurance.
Last night we had a slim jim war and I nearly died laughing.
Last night you taught me a wrestling move.
Last night you felt my heartbeat through my wrist and you rubbed it because my heart was beating so fast and you wanted to slow it down.
Last night I cried because how sweet you were saving all the notes I’ve written you and how close you held them to your heart.
How you carry me with you wherever you go.
Last night you danced with Maisie and I as we all laughed and smiled.
You’re a dream come true.
Thank you for last night.

I miss you.
I miss your smile.
I miss your laugh.
I miss your hugs.
I miss your kisses.
I miss you.
But you’re at work,
So I’ll see you soon.

I didn’t write much about those days, ******* in her cold words, to the pit of my stomach.
My anger pushing down further and further until I became a shell of a person.
I was helpless, but I had my own lighthouse.
Days felt like nights, cold;
Icy words, I’d **** them down like my straw to a perfect chocolate milkshake.
Cold, down to the pits of your stomach.
Years and years, until the ground shook and I spoke.
It wasn’t one specific moment in time but all the little moments, all the digs; all their faces, accusing.
All in a moments time, gone.
All the anger, all the rage slowly starting to disintegrate into nothing; I’m not saying it didn’t take some time.
From the warm weather to the leaves falling.
It wasn’t just me, you caused pain to.
It wasn’t just me, that had to heal.
You broke something that I’m incapable of repairing.
I hope everyday when you wake up, I’m in the back of your mind.
Every holiday, birthday, we will miss, because you broke it.

The leaves will fall, the seasons will change.
But I have my little family and I am free.

Parts of me are broken.
Parts of me are healing.
Parts of me are out of order.

Parts of me are hard where they used to be soft.
Parts of me are stronger.
Parts of me are soft, loving, and nurturing.

Parts of me are teaching.
Parts of me are learning.
Parts of me are growing.

Parts of me are kind.
Parts of me are angry.
Parts of me are beautiful.
Parts of me are vile

All the parts of me
As angry,
As ugly
As dark,
As kind
As beautiful
As imperfect,

All these parts of me,
As much, as they bother me,

I still get to be me, and I still get to be loved by you.

I hope every morning at 4am, when the world is dark and you crawl out of bed and you’re getting dressed or smoking a cigarette, you know you’re loved.
I hope everyday you know you’re appreciated and seen.
I hope that when a song comes on you think of me.
I hope you know you’re my moon in the darkest skies and my sunrise on a dewey morning.
I hope you know when you touch me, I melt.
Your sweet words follow me throughout my day.
I hope you know you take my breath away.
I hope you know you’re safe, you’re loved and that you’re cherished.
I hope.

I forgot how it felt to hold a paperback in your hands, the smooth cover and the weight held in your hands, that book smell.
The crisp pages you turn, with each breath soaking in the words forming a story that only you can hear.
It’s almost like it just melts in your hands sending vibrations through you, jolting you gently as you curl up under a warm blanket with a cup of tea and you think to yourself, “this is so good”, aching for the next word, hanging on to what happens next; but you feel a calmness as you find yourself comforted by each page and by the end you experience every emotion, because the journey has ended, but your left with the thought of those words, on those crisp pages.
Paperback.