He makes it all new again.
Butterflies come back to life
I knew a love that was
Broken in
Beautiful
Mind shattering
Life changing

But here I am pieced together again
After failing from so high it nearly broke
me
I’m letting him fill the cracks that no ones ever filled

He shows me what’s new.
He shows me how to love
What’s new.

I can’t predict where this will go
For the first time
In a while
It’s an adventure
With no destination

Just the two of us and the road.

The sun.
She knocks on my door
through the cracks

She wakes me with her vibrant glow
And stirs my soul
From calm to restless

Deep swirling blue to smooth, gradient rose
Her hues paint for me
A new reason to live each day

Oh how the sunset
Meddles with me
Golden flecks
Searing the sky
Split me open
And pour my tears
Like milk into a cats dish.

Can I call myself a survivor?
I don’t feel like I earn the name.
Because my body was never
Well except for almost once
Physically forced
But my mind was played with
Unintentionally I hope
By a boy who could not control himself
He convinced my brain I had a choice
My heart felt otherwise

You even had me fooled.
You convinced me that you were entitled to by body
You took the untouched parts of me
And made them yours.
And despite the riot in my soul,

I let you.
Unaware.

Heart ripped out of chest
I love you on my breath
The quiet kills
Your softness sears
You break.
I break.
We all fall down.

Who was it that decided that a knot should be so painful to untie?

Sometimes, a tie is loose,
It has no purpose,
It is old,
It decays!

So why do we hang on?
Why don’t we just allow the knot to be broken when its clearly no longer functional?

Its quite sad really. How a knot becomes so weathered when two ends just can’t let go.

Find the thing that spits your soul open

And welcome it.

There is no hiding
From the omnipresent soleil
Though clouds may try
C’est pas possible
D’arrete la Lumiere
Shes magnificent
Elle est magnifique
Et shines
Her crisp beauty
Pour moi
Toujours.

Echoes of home are like memories come to visit
I seem to hear E’s voice shouting
And A’s tinkling laugh in my earball
I catch a glimpse of K
And spot the carrot top of NB

I wait eagerly for their shadows to come to life