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I like the way you talk
There's nothing more I can add to that
I like the way you walk
Like you have somewhere to be
I like your smile and how it warms me
I like how your awkwardness seems confident
I like how you're caring
I like how you're sweet
I like how you want to say something
Then don't want to at the same time
I like how you ask questions randomly
I like how you're poem turned out
That you wrote when I asked so I could see your writing
I like your spelling and grammar mistakes
I like that you put up with me being sarcastic
I like how when you ask how I'm feeling
And when I respond honestly you don't judge me
I like how the more I learn about you
The more this list grows
I like you
And that's honesty
I stop to think a while
And then I realize…
Running away never helps
We humans, we
Like to complicate everything
If something disturbs me
I should just admit it
And deal with it
Accordingly

So I went back to sleep
I dreamt again
I dreamt of the past, the present, and future
I dreamt of monsters, dead and alive
I dreamt of birds, and kites and hives
I dreamt of people
Ones I knew and know
And even those I have yet to meet

I dreamt of dreams and reality
I dreamt, and dreamt
Peacefully
I knew now that
It was okay to dream
It was okay to feel
It was okay to want
It was okay to be

I learned to stop
Stop being so harsh
On my own self
I learned to accept
Finally
My own reality
And that it was okay to just be
The way I am…
Written on 28th October 2013.
The lights of the day fades from blue back to black
and darker shades of silver grey*

Lately all my thoughts are all over the place
All just a mess
I want to pretend it never happened
Like you never left
But I wake up everyday and you're not here anymore
You're in another place
in another town
with other people
while I'm stuck her on my own
all alone
without you

how was I supposed to do?
all you've done?
be brave?
How would you think I'd be okay?
All I feel,
Is it's not real
And I'm ashamed.

Ashamed that I can't be what I thought I'd be.
I never thought it'd hurt like this

Time seems to have repeated itself again
I shouldn't have made the same mistake twice
Shouldn't have been selfish and held on so tight
Shouldn't have told you that you where my shining light
Shouldn't have thought that things could get better
Because they did

That's the thing,
It DID get better
and now...
it's all like it never did

Because I'm stuck in the middle
or worse still...left behind
confused and unable
to stand on my own two feet
this isn't who I was supposed to be
I was supposed to be stronger than this
I was supposed to better at this
Why can't I be like you?
I wasn't supposed to be this weak
But I am

And there are days
when I feel like I don't...
Don't  want to be better anymore
I can't be fixed
I'm not a car
There are no spare parts you can find
because I'll never run right.

But
then I hear your voice
and you say
'Who are you to say you're not okay?'
'You're only what you let think of yourself'
and if I let go,
How would I ever know?
All the endless possibilities?
Because you help me find the person I want to be!
Me.

&
I'm learning that
feelings are there
because they demand to be felt
So I wont shut them out
Like people shut me out
I'll be in little details
That people don't notice
But whoever notices me for me will know..
I wont pretend that things don't effect me when they do,
When I can feel every tiny thing.

I will learn to be brave..
I will find a middle ground
I will find a way...
Back to where I feel happy,
safe,
warm,
Back to the place that seems like a distant dream..
a place like home.
Inspired by NewMoon & Frozen & TFIOS

Sometimes it's not the place that makes a place 'home'..
Sometimes it's an object, a pet, a smell...
Sometimes it's a person..
My best friend always felt like home,
It wasn't a place,
It was a feeling I felt whenever she was close.
And now I feel like I'm wandering but that doesn't mean I'm lost...
That doesn't mean it's the end...
because every end is a just a new beginning :)

and no matter where she is..
she'll always be home to me.
-H
Hey there sunshine ray,
Time to wake up and come out & play
Break thru the tiny cracks of a shattered old window
& illuminate where all darkness resides
Brush away all the gray, and the pain of yesterday
Warm the rosy cheeks of the cold sleepy faces
Drop like raindrops,
not leaving a single place
untouched.

Hey there sparkle glow
Shine wide and bright & remind those,
eyes filled with tears of loneliness
of hope.
Transform the plain morning into golden kissed flames
Fill the bubblegum blue sky with tiny bended rays of sunlight

Sunshine, sunlight, pierce the veil
&
Drown away the worries of the  night
Fill the day with your crystal clear lemonish’cream’vanilla’icing.
Skip thru the puddles and tickle the sides of those who forget they could laugh over the small little things.

Hey there sunshine ray,
let your droplets of orange orange crimson sparks……
Spark and radiate and **** throughout the air of tiny million atoms filling the world with sunkissed stars,
Rain and flood all corners of the earth
Paint the flying dust specs swirling in the wind and grains of sand
Dazzle the view of the silent watching patient ones
Turn the leaves from green to emerald
and flowers to rainbow dancing peakcocks swaying in the breeze

Hush the world under a spell
with your droplets of sunshine.
I'm in a good mood so I thought I'd post a happy type of poem for a change :)
This isn't some of my best work, but who cares!
I wanted to do something, so I did!
Hope you all have a lovely day and don't forget to smile and let the droplets of sunshine into your life
^-^
-H
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
if you choose her I
will understand. My heart is
breaking regardless.
Look up, I say.
Look up.
You will get over this.
Rise above the pain.
It's only temporary.
You will find your love someday.
Although you want to rush
everything, 
the wait is worth the love you'll receive.
Not feeling anything is a pretty attractive option when you don't like what you're feeling.

*Perhaps death will hurt a lot less than life
Help!**
I've fallen for you and
I can't get up!
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