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I’m truthfully just so in awe
that after all these years...
All the things that I’ve heard...
All the things that I know...

Despite everything,
Thinking about the memories we’ve shared still bring me warmth.
I still sense itty bitty flutters from the butterflies in my stomach.

I pray to God that one day
someone will make me fall in love,
and feel so deeply again,
the way that you did...

Once upon a time.
I wonder what it’s like to truly fall madly and deeply in love with someone.
To leave the place I once called home

or to start a new adventure all together?

That is the question.



When you're familiar with something for so long

and that something used to be a firm foundation for your life,

Do you just abandon it when it has lost the hold on you it once had?



The magic that once enchanted me

has not been felt in months.

And, those who brought the magic

have been blinded by things of unimportance.



So, here I am.

I'm standing before the crossroads.

A decision must be made.



Do I choose the road less traveled by?

Will it make all the difference?



There's a war in my mind,

and a division in my heart.



Decisions, Decisions.

Which one will I choose?

What will I do?
Oh, is it you?

Butterfly wings tickle me lightly.

Your laugh rings oh so brightly.

My heart leaps ever so slightly.



Oh, is it you?

Slipping your hand into mine.

Allowing our fingers to intertwine.

The stars begin to realign.



Oh, is it you?

Your kiss, so soft against my lips.

Yet, I feel it in my fingertips.

I savor the moment before it slips.



Oh, is it you?

I’m caught in a daze, staring into your eyes.

You’ve left me quite mesmerized.

That is when I realized…



Oh, it is you!

Am I daydreaming or floating on air?

I’ve let myself fall without a care.

Darling, what we found is truly rare.

I will love you forever, this I swear.
Take your deprecating hands
off from around my neck.
Allow me to gasp
in breathes of sweet freedom.

You
No longer cause rivers to fall from my eyes.
You
No longer yank the strings of my heart.
You
No longer have your wicked grasp upon me.

Your words
which have carved scars on my heart and mind
ceased to taint my thoughts at night.
Those same scars
are reminders to myself.

Reminders
of the woman who stands tall today.
Reminders
of the battles she once had to withstand.
Reminders
that she has and will always overcome.

False truths and Prejudice utterances.
You adorned me with them all.
Worn like this season’s latest fashion.
But the strike of a match
sets ablaze each restraining fabrication.

I
am not what you label me to be.
I
know who I am and who I am meant to be.
I
am free

— The End —