Petite Parcel

Petite Parcel Dec 2016

If not for a heart
that beats a world away
my own would stop beating,
and yet I will never fear that day.

Petite Parcel Jun 2016

As the seas of grass
pass
by my periphery,
folivory turns into a blur,
and the whir
of an engine
deafens
my nerves, but not my mind,
and I climb to rewind,
to remind myself,
the way I
felt,
how you smelled
and it all melds
into one thing
bliss
from one kiss.
I couldn't miss this,
no, not this.

Excitement piques,
my heart seeks
you out.
I can feel you close
as I write this prose,
and then suddenly I am glass
as the seas of grass
pass
by my periphery.

Petite Parcel May 2016

Honey

I want to tell you things
that scare me,
that hold me back,
that make me insecure.

I want to,
but I won't.

Because those things might scare you.
You might think I'm holding you back,
and suddenly you feel insecure.

About us.
About me.

The thing is,
I know you are one-of-a-kind
I know you are special.
I know you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.

But you don't,
not really.

I just hope that when you do finally see,
how extraordinary you are,
you will still come home and call me honey.

Petite Parcel May 2016

Finally.

Finally.
Finally I have you next to me.
Finally I hear your heart beating
next to my own.
Finally, I am not alone.

And now I can feel you smile at me.
And now I have you close.
And now I see the love we share,
everytime I see your face.

I feel complete.
I feel brand new.
I feel all this,
when I'm next to you.

Petite Parcel Feb 2016

The Last 'I Love You'

Sometimes I get to talk to you,
to listen to your voice and see your face.
but not to touch

I don't mind, not too much.

It's when you have to say goodbye,
when the last 'I love you' rings in my ears,
when I feel the grief

It steals my new found joy like a nimble thief

I hadn't even noticed it was gone,
but in one swift moment the emptiness crushes me
and I just feel.....wrong

Petite Parcel Jan 2016

Reach For Her Heart

She loves the way he looks at her.
His pale blue eyes drink in every inch
of her milky white skin,
lingering lustfully on every dimple,
every blemish, every old scar,
and every soft curve of sweet silk.

She loves the way he watches her.
His eyes flick from one fluid motion
to the next.
He sees her in a new, exciting way
with even the slightest of gestures.

He reaches for her, eager to feel her.
He reaches forward
He grasps...

He grasps the space
in which she wishes she was.
He holds nothing but longing
and a burning desire to have her close.

She feels him reaching for her,
the pull of his heart on her hers,
so powerful even at such distance.
She feels him grasp her heart,
she ***** in her breath and steadies
the pounding in her head.

She hates the way he has to look at her
from so far way

Petite Parcel Jan 2016

Love at a Distance

He said,
"just sad to see such a decent genuine person under the belief she can only feel true love with one person and no one else can ever give her that"

Why?
Why is that sad?
To me, that is the definition of a soul mate.
To me, that is beautiful.

To me you are everything I'll ever need
To me you are my rock and my anchor
And I will follow you, wherever you may lead

Loving you, I don't feel trapped
in fact, I think you've set me free.

It's saddens me to know someone out there
is afraid of love at a distance.
It is the same as any other love
It just takes a bit more persistence.

thousands of miles and millions of voices couldn't change the way I feel about you