The exhale of relief for some that's at the end of the day when curled up in bed, and the day is ending if you're lucky you have one moment of piece and you exhale out all the stress all the ******* and feel calm I have yet to have that relief I'm constantly a mess Each breath I try to feel that peace Instead I breath out anxiety And am still worried for the next day If you are lucky to have that exhale Remember it, Its what will keep you going Then next time you get lost.
And I live everyday of my life with my exhausted soul, Which is waiting for a magic to happen with her. Releasing her from such burning fire, Making her full of strength that can make her able to forgive herself for all those times she tries to remember him.. Remember him in vain.. The pain will start to lessen On its own, When she will take a breath So light as her soul.
if you remember me remember me curled up in your duvet watching you play guitar remember my hair caught in your mouth and the way we'd laugh in between kisses remember our firsts and how wonderful they were we couldn’t help but come back for seconds and thirds remember how the parts of me and the parts of you kept getting tangled in each other how when we walked away we were both left trying to separate the two remember me and I hope it's easier to breathe knowing the kind of love this world has to offer
if this is what the wrong love feels like can you imagine us when we find the right
Forgotton memories stomped in like strangers at a funeral, uninvited and unwanted, smiling like they belonged, but no one recognised their songs. As they talked, as they drank and sang, as they told their stories they became more strangely familiar. We found their smiles infectious despite our resistance and started to recognise some of their tunes at their insistence. Faint but familiar laughter echoed from fathoms below and slowly our mourning began to losen its wet hold. Our sadness became tinged with a happiness long forgotton and scenes from years long gone rose from the bottom of our dark well of emotion, lifting our faces to the surface, giving us a glimpse of a greater hope and clearer purpose, to tell our stories, with laughs and tears finding an uncomfortable coexistence as we danced and shared this messy remembrance.
I donned a suit of warmth And dove into my memories They swirled around my body Teasing scars I left behind But what once scraped my soul, past love Won't hurt the same again Taken softer, just a heartbeat Like a storybook for me
A laugh A grin A hand A kiss Something to treasure, not to fear For learning For growing Even for showing In my heart, all held dear
I smiled as they carried me away Letting them flourish, it gave me breath For I knew a reader stood close by In case I ever dove too deep