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Havran Jul 2015
Roses askew on the floor
and scented lilac candles
flickering fleetingly into the wind
outside
these rusty windows
that creek and break
my sleep
in the middle of most every night
I turn
and I can see You
vividly
as if yesterday
You were not the silhouette
of the woman
that I have come to love.
Havran Jun 2015
I find solace in sunlight,
no matter how it is, Sweetie.
Get it? Solace? Sol? Sunlight?
You didn't just find the part of me
that's been lost for so long,
You.
Found.
Me.


When the others stars fell
silent
You burned ever brighter;
the glowing compass
awaiting this
day-dreamer,
night-thinker's
acceptance
of all of that Your Sun could bring.

I love it,
I love You
-there is no past tense to this-  
and You didn't steal
or maim, or desecrate
this Moon,
for whatever it gave,
it gave willingly.

Where are you though,
Dear Missing Sun
May I take you home?
Havran Jun 2015
there she goes again
just like the song
with a fractured heart
taking more and more time to heal
every single step of the way
back to the woman she once used to be.

I am to blame,
in part,
for not being there for her
when she needed me the most
and this is what guilt tastes like;

Awfully bitter, in pure distaste.

I can't save You from yourself, sweetie,
but I forgive You for the both of us,
and I know how it feels
to not be strong enough to forgive myself.

What has become of us?
I'm sorry, my Love.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Havran Jun 2015
there she goes again;
more amazing than the last time I saw her
with her lovely voice
and that swagger in her gait
that makes heads turn
even more than twice.

there she goes again;
with the very breath of her
as cascading poetry
in a writer's repertoire
of meaning;
the very reason why I say
these words will never be enough.

there she goes again;
giving me a sense of pride
as she slowly fell asleep
in a jeep homeward bound;
to be as thunder in hurricanes,
*even without me.
Havran Jun 2015
Forgive me.

Forgive me, sweetie,
when I made it seem like I was alright after the separation;
after the crossroads where our paths split in directions
that led Us further apart when once we were inseparable;
our hearts and hands intertwined in love and in hope.

For as of now, it is over.

And I could never remember You, nor Your Love,
as something that did not put a smile on my face
as soon as I wake up, and as I fall asleep.

I cherished every day of Us

as if each day might be The Last.
That's why I always, always tell you that I Love You
whenever I had the chance.

I read somewhere that the only things that you leave for tomorrow
are the things you're okay dying having left undone,
and I wanted to spend every moment of You as something magical.
For the time I had with You was our own little infinity.

I was lost, and You found me.
I was difficult, yet You refused to give up.

And for that, I would rather spare You from the guilt,
and the grief, and the Loss of what You once had,

Because I still have it.

Even though we're no longer together,
it doesn't mean the caring,
and the concern,
and the corny jokes
that we both somehow find hilarious
have to end.

**Wyrda brought us together for a reason, Love.
And I'm happy that it did.
Havran Jun 2015
It's 5:30 in the morning
and the very memory of You
lingers
as the most bittersweet of aftertastes.

I'm quivering,
and this is what it feels like
to be *brimming
with poetry;
to have only just woken up,
in restlessness,
full
of
words.

And I'm writing about You,
because I spend every sleeping hour
searching for You in That world,
and by the stars  I will find You.
I will always find you.

For when you disappeared
I lost a part of me that made me
more than whole;
You gave me happiness,
even as my vision grew bleak,
You have given me Love
in all its beauty
with each gentle caress
and long-missed embrace.

I confess;
I Love too deeply.
And You have given me
so much to cherish
that being in a world
without You in it
is unthinkable,
unbearable,
unfathomable;
Even emptier than before.

Your Love is bright as ever, even in the shadows~

You are beautiful.
And You will always be beautiful
even when your hair's white
and in a mess,
even when we're older and been through so much,
I will take one look at You
and let you know every single time
that I Love You
and that you really do mean a lot me.

My Love,
I miss you so;
I want you back in my arms.
Havran Jun 2015
How are you?
Have you eaten?
I miss you!
Always remember to drink water.
G'night!
Sweet dreams!
Take care!
Sleep tight!
Don't stay up too late.
Look both ways before crossing the street.
Get a g'night's rest.
You can do it!
I believe in you!
Chase your dreams.
Breathe, breathe deep.
You can achieve anything you put your mind into!
You are beautiful.
You are amazing.
What you create is art.
I'm glad I met you.
I'm here when you need me.
I will stay.
Want do you want for breakfast?
Should I get you anything?
You can have the last slice of pizza.
Double-check for anything before you go!
Thank you!
You are worth it.
You are enough.
You are lovely.
You are Love.
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Havran Jun 2015
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Havran May 2015
Your*  *Love
has brought about
Ice and Fire,
and has molded this material
into a different form,
like the gifted artisan
that I believe You will grow to become.
Someday,
You will gaze into these eyes
and realize,
without a single word,
that I am Your art piece too.
and that
Your Love
Your Warmth
Your Gentleness

has transformed Iron
into Steel.

*D.C.
Hi! How you doing? :D
Havran May 2015
Meeting you
is a sudden
alteration
of this
familiar,
overused
palette;
a complete shift,
a dreamer's flight
from
all
that
is
home…
Into the welcome
unknown.
Forgive this
night-thinker
for incompetence.
All that you are,
is all that
is new
to me.
The promise
of
the morrow;
daybreak upon
the horizon.
Your gaze is
sunlight,
your presence is
warmth,
but from which
I need not
shy away.
This time,
I ask,
will you stay
with me?
— D.C., A tale from burgundy
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