The only way in which this love story is unrequited
Is that he loves her, but she hates herself

For the love of nature
She packed her bags and left
Felt the need to spread her wings
For a simpler place to lay her head

She left the city far behind
Not really sure of what she'd find
Not even sure of what she had in mind
She only knew that now was the time

So there she stood at the edge of the woods
Breathing in the beginnings to a whole new life
She dropped the bags that she had packed
Leaving behind.... She stepped inside

Where she was swept away in wonder
By the sound of joy and laughter
As nature took ahold and lead her
Through the forest of happily ever after

This one is dedicated to all my aspiring writer friends - creative creatures with deep yearnings to mold meaningful words into art. Waiting for the inspiration but can't find the words just yet... for reasons of their own.

If I could...
I'd write about the feeling of new love emerging within – butterflies fluttering in my core, perpetual longing of your embrace, the simple pleasures that showed you cared and that my efforts were not in vain…

If I could...
I'd shout out your name from the rooftops, my thoughts echoing all of the ethereal and spine-tingling sensations of rapturous delight, consuming me…

If I could...
I'd surrender my body, heart and soul to you, for the mere joy of having it welcomed by your waiting arms, ready to ravage and take me to my edge…

If I could...
I'd rest my mouth against your sacred skin, breathe in your essence and honor you with all that is truly me, without fear…

If I could...
I’d find the inspiration within me to flood pages and pages with my love-stained ink flowing directly from my heart through my veins and down to my pen...

If I could… I would.
But now this writer writes nothing of the kind, trapped in a loop of uncertainty. Sorrow and resignation sleep with my soul, becoming my new Master. For Love has slipped from my grasp once more. I wait in the hope to write beautiful sonnets and declarations of boundless love finally returned unto me… someday. And our love would leap from this page and live eternally with the stars. They would read my words of adoration and cherish you the same way I always have. If I could only find the words...

I crave the emotion that carries me into reckless abandon where my meanings will be felt.

For now, I will sit back and watch others profess devotion for their lovers to the nth degree. I pray that one day, my heart may awaken again and pour out the utterances my soul longs to fashion for you, still indescribable to me.

The light
sneaks
through my curtains
new love
sneaks
into my heart
the first
tries to wake me
by warming my skin
but doesn't know
the latter
has set me afire
There's no way
I could ever
sleep again.

I want
to want
what you
want me
to want.
But willing
oneself
to want
won' t work.
And what
about what
I want?

With honesty
hiding under that
Big breathe filling both cheeks
That you can’t seem to
Fully exhale through
Tucked between
Two shaking hands
As you realize
Your power
To change the world

With vulnerability,
Just behind that
Wall Of fear that you can
Unlock
By meeting someone eyes
And simply letting them
Love you.
It’s there
In that moment
Of admittance You're not
Invincible
And allow a
Loving hand
To help guide you
Through

With Forgiveness,
Of the woman
Who told you
You couldn’t,
The dad
That chose alcohol
Over you,
The girl
In middle school
That had you hiding
In the bathroom stall
Crying to your mom

With Christ,
Who has felt
It all
Gives you
A place
Where you’ve always belonged
Of love
Courage,
And Strengrh.
Healing,
Redemption,
And understanding.