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I love you like the moon loves the midnight sky,
Always constant, quiet, and with a glow that lights up the darkness so high.
It’s a love I feel that will never fade, always shining through,
No matter how wild the night gets, it always brings me back to you.
And since you can never hear it too much, here’s another:
I love you like the waves love the shore, with the sea endlessly rushing in, wrapping up with you and always coming back for more.
That’s what this love of ours is for.
RL ❤️
This is the land
of us the aged:
you the younger
will not understand-
the mist of life
hovers heavily over
we live alienated
in a lacuna-

here is not your land
this you'll understand:
the years before us
were mere glimpses
wool cast over our eyes
our experiences
merely agonised :
for such we were born

there aren't answers here
only doubts and questions
though not Sisyphus
we were almost broken
life was not kind
nor lenient

here you don't belong:
live and love
as much
and as joyful
as you can:
the chime of life
grows louder
day by day
and before long
your days
of splendour
will be gone.
The sound of your laugh.
Is a gentle summer breeze,
blowing through the trees.
There is something about becoming a mother that makes you examine the crimes of your own

I do not feel safe with you
My intact body does not equal an intact mind

When I look at you I don't see my mother
You stopped being all that that encompasses a long time ago

Calling me out for being shy when in fact I was just lonely
Believing I was not worthy of the space I took up
Believing my strength was only in being good, performing well and tending to others
Forgetting that I too had a voice
The ability to speak not just listen

You didn't protect my peace
You didn't protect my sanity
And you didn't not teach my how to do it on my own

Maybe you thought my tear streaked face was just my face

You put me in a position where I shared your roll as a mother
Caretaker of the entire house
And in that teaching me that I was only valuable in what I could give
But not valuable enough to receive

I am glad I have a son
He will not have to hide his body in sweaters too warm for the season
He will not be subject to your view of what it means to be a woman
He might actually be as confident and self-loving as your own son

There is only so much oxygen in a room
And I wish you had raised me to believe I could have some

But your biggest crime of all is making me believe that it was laughable that I could be loved
Because as it turns out, I can be
Take a break
but only if you've earned it.
Be kind to yourself,
but do not fall into the trap
of overdoing it.

Self-care
is only caring
until it isn't for the better good

Self-care
is no longer caring
if it hurts you more than it should.

So, go ahead, and take a break
take a day to go slow, and wait-
wait for the emotions to cease
until you breathe with ease
and know with certainty
you will be okay.

Then get up and don't let yourself be late
for that meeting, or coffee, or dinner date
because you deserve a life of love, not hate-
so continue living,
and if you're tired,
take a nap.
I am my best friend.
I will never trust another over me again.
After the long nights
and early mornings
and long trials of back-and-forth-ing,
I have studied myself and can promise one thing:
I know me more than you do.

So if you ever begin to think
I am missing something big
come and slip a note to me -
criticism is welcome, but I will choose what I take and leave.

I have my back
I hold the line
I trust my truth and have a spine
I'll defend my reputation against those friends
who weren't friends at all, in the end.

I'd rather be "alone" than have to pretend.
I'd rather be my own best friend.
Single, stained, steel wall,
It holds me here,
Alone.
Only time seems to crawl,
As the air itself has died.


There is a knock at the door,
I will not answer.
Alone,
Red seeping into the floor,
I silently long to be free.


The door shakes,
I cannot answer.
Alone,
My heart aches,
To be free of this cage.


I hear it now,
The footsteps, the voice.
"Alone",
It whispers, mouth against my brow,
"That is how it always will be".


Someone stands over me, the door wide open.
I cannot do this,
Alone.
Though the door they have broken,
I now might be free.


The world starts to fade,
But I know now I am not
Alone.
The mind I thought was made,
Seems to shatter.


"Please don’t leave me,
I can't live without you,
Alone."
Their words set broken hope free,
But the scythe had claimed my soul
 2d Stardust
Laura
I'm just that pawn, you never noticed.
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