This is not meant to be a poem.

Never delete what you were. Even though it doesn't reflect your current being. You must be proud of what you were because it got you until now and it prepared you. It gave you the tools. It WAS you and hence it IS still you.

Never be ashamed of the love you felt and gave. Instead. Grow in love and grow the love.

And if things did not go the best possible way. Well. What even is the best possible way? Things went the only way possible. You learn from what happens and live the way you think is best for you. Maybe learning from mistakes too.

There are no true immortal beings, but immortal are the feelings we feel and the ideas that we bring to others. This is because ideas and feelings will move through generations as long as someone is willing to talk about them. Share them. Write them. And speak about them with other people.

This is magic.

I guess that's all.

How can I feel anything but wonder
at the beauty of hearts & minds that inhabit this world
so vividly intertwined, we are all seeking each other
and finding ourselves

remember always,
to never let your love grow cold
but keep a lit fire
for a stray dog, or a man that needs a hand
when we help each other, we help ourselves
but when we help ourselves, we hurt each other

your smile confounds:
how it opens at my touch
yet, closes softly,
like a snare that traps my defiance;

                            - keeps me modest.

i adore how your lower lip spasms with desire,
while your upper lip struggles to hide it.
i know there’s more to your smile,
for i have kissed you -
with an undying thirst
that respawns at the close of day.

i’ll forever be in awe -
of the benevolence you summon
with your subtleties;

                          - keeps me honest.

i long for your smile;
i long for your love;
i long for another day -
with you.

On the day the storm came
You swallowed all the rain
And you tucked the clouds away
Behind mountains.

When the chaos blew in
You set sails to catch the wind
And you harnessed my sins
Into guidance.

I made my way home
Walking on stepping stones.
A path I'd never known
To exist.

And upon my return
My chest beat and it burned.
An insantiable yearn,
Did persist.

So we meet in the shadows,
Breathing air only we know
& with the strike of an arrow
I bleed.

Then I start proceeding
To wrap up my feelings
In the shirt that I bleed in
And weep.

Cause when I get giddy
This sudden fear hits me.
My mind becomes dizzy,
Confused.

So these feelings, I lock
in a heart shaped box
With a kiss on the top
For you.

You couldn't resist
To unlock this gift.
The key was your kiss
To open.

But the diamonds you find
Are a deadly disguise
And a gun lies inside,
Unspoken.

Honey dripped breath
As I start to undress.
Unaware, you accept
This token.

You won't throw it away
So the ground starts to shake
And all that became,
Gets broken.

What lies in your grip
through your fingers,   slips.
Hungry... I am your fix.
It taunts you.

I can only submit
When you hold back my wrists
And make me admit
That I want you.

You feed this connection
I keep asking the question:
What is your intention
With me?

Cause you leave an impression
And my skin is indented
With all your affection
For me.

When its all said and done
Will you've had all your fun?
Would this be all for none,
Obsolete?

Is this true or this false?
Am I just your default?
How would 𝘺𝘰𝘶 recall
This story?

My heart, here it stands
In a dark red romance.
I put the gun in your hands,
And surrender.

Just hope you consider
The tip of your finger
When you tease the trigger...

           𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿.

▪︎ micalight ▪︎
12•03•24

I am like a net that collects your voice. Absorbing the word as I sit beside you.
With fixed eyes
I will not change the channel
I will sit on the couch and keep listening

It begins

With fiery jokes about Canada  
And your hair, blazing, untamed

Is it maybe your stunning mind
I am simmering, 180 degrees

Perhaps it is the cookies we bake,  
The stories we share,
the laughter we shape
With such SERIOUS faces

I could look at you for hours.
Your beauty defies all word
But it's not even that —

Your charm and confidence  —
you wear them like a crown
—I know it must hurt

It could be your ambition
That I truly love so much

This burning sensation is so strange
I know you won't like this, but
This love, like wine, leaves me  
soaked, spinning, dizzy

I am just not used to this—
I've never wanted anybody to feel so good in life
But it is what I want for you

I feel so free,

You are too —

You know the moon is free falling too