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EtherealOmega Apr 2017
Now that you are asleep dear I can think clearly about us.

The two people that we were, we are, and that we are becoming;
And while sometimes it terrifies me right now it merely brings a small smile to my face.

Because we are still here. Together. After nearly a two years and a half. The longest I have stayed by someone's side like this.

Bridging the gap between friends and lovers, and I think I could stay like this for years to come if only the stars will smile upon us.

But just like the stars I will wander, and because of that I worry when you call me your world. I have never wanted to be someone's world - especially not after seeing what can happen to someone who builds their universe around another whom they might eventually come to lose.
I do not want to be your galaxy, or your world, or your everything because…

Darling, my darling, my dear..

Your world is not a single people or even three.. Your world is everything you make it to be. It is everything you have ever done. Everything you will do. It is every song you sing. Every game you play. Every word you speak. And every life you touch and change.

I am just a small - though I'd like to believe important - piece to that vast and still growing space.

And, dear one. Though I know you would stand against this, I know that in the end I am just as replaceable as everyone on this Earth within your life. And though you may not understand that makes what we have all the sweeter for me. Because I don't long for forever anymore. Just for now and however long now can last.. If it's the rest of our lives then I'll rejoice, but if not I'm glad to have l retaught you what it means like to fall fast. To fall fast into love.

I hope I never have to teach you what it means to fall out of love like a thunderstorm beating it's refrain against our hearts.. but if I ever do just remember that just as I filled parts of a void left in your life by another special someone, another sweet human will come along to remind you what it means to smile again.

But they will not pick up your shards because my darling you are not glass. You are a will and soul of iron. You may be dented and bent sometimes, but you will never be broken. That next person will warm your soul.. They will fill up a place which you thought was lost to someone of the past. Perhaps me. Perhaps another. Regardless they will fill it just as you will fill something in them, and the warmth will let you change again. In the end they will welcome you into the forge of their hearts and you will either come out dented again yet stronger for it or stronger still than that with a bit more of your old shape now sharpened into a steel of comfort. Either way you will grow..

Just keep growing. With me by your side. Lets grown together for now because we still have so much farther to go. Do not think of yourself as old. You are merely aging. No time has been wasted because we are all aging; and sometimes a 10 year old can be older than a 50 year old. Age is a number it is the experiences we have lived which give us our growth, and right now we are still in a stage where we can be so very naive like babes yet in the swaddling cloth. How else would we have thought about forever in regards to two souls.

Despite this though. I wish to stand by you till the end of whatever we are. Until we can no longer shield, and guide, and care for one another. You have helped teach me to go from a place where I thought my body was all I could give as a token of care for another person to a place where I know my worth is more than what is written in my flesh.

So, my wolf... My Irish Lycanthrope.. Do not call me or make me your moon or your world.. Just allow me to be another treasured piece of the life you are building knowing that though you can live on without me.. You don't want to for now.

Just let me stand by your side, and that will be enough for however long the fates have appointed to us.
I really don't know what this is, but awhile ago.. it just flowed out and became beautiful. So I thought it was finally time to post it.

Here's to words spilled upon canvassed that may never be read by who they were written for, and for the lies we sometimes tell ourselves.
Welcome to my mind's late nights, Everyone.
- EPL (EtherealOmega)
AllAtOnce Oct 2014
Sometimes I miss you more than I should
Listening to that song too many times to be good
But then reality hits like an ocean wave
Salty memories and no sweets- secrets I'll bring to the grave
So stars go by without a wish
And I sometimes think: payback's a *****
Snapping back too fast for words
Things I've said < things you've heard*

*The music is louder than my thoughts
Words discarded and hands retaught
Feel the beat and feel my hair
No lies here and no lies there
There's no such thing as happily ever after
But after that night I started to wonder
I raised my standard, you can see
I'm not fighting for you; I'm winning for me
Boom, clap life goes on
By the way, that's our song
So homecoming was last night and I got to thinking how much my life had changed between last year and last night
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Living on this Boulevard.
The struggle to survive off minimum wage is hard.
To prioritize the assembly of lies.
To patent an idea & prototype it exactly.
To be rich & successfully a dream of a  vision practically.
Take my picture.
Am image maintain.
An existence retained.
An experience arranged.
A desire deranged.
So I can document & record my figure.
Do you ever wonder why you can't have my #?
Care bests are always there.
Frost bitten paws frozen & unthawed.
Misunderstood thoughts forgotten & retaught.
Sapphire skies over the horizon.
Every fiber of my being.
Again my mind in overthinking.
These stone walls are solid.
Thinking of others & babies without mothers.
Subsides but does not last.

Pride smiles while envy laughs.
Creatures if habit adapt.
Lipstick lesbians on the back of butch ***** a Harley bike.
Fully clothed I am at the beach you loathe.
Mysterious & delirious.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Letiisbae Jan 2015
You were in my dreams again last night, your lips were sweet and your eyes were bright.

You looked at me, my eyes were sad, you were whispering that life without me had driven you mad.

Our lips were touching, but it was barely a kiss. My voice was trembling, spilling all the things about you I’d missed.

Your touch was warm, your hold was strong, the smell of your skin reminded me of what’s been gone for so long.

You could see the pain you left inside of me, but last night, in my dream, you retaught me how to breathe.

We danced for hours, our laughter growing loud, and when you pulled me back in, you twirled me around.

We created a world, only we could see. Full of memories, and forgiveness, and “let’s start again”s.

Your words were spinning illusions in my head, letting me believe things that were never said.

Like the countless times those words “I love you” stuck on my tongue.

But it was all just a dream
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
You may not know it
But you took me by the hand
And brought me to this adventurous land
Retaught me how to smile
How to really laugh
Then at night you go to rest
And in the dark
I shed a tear
Because you can't see
But maybe it's me who can't see
Because you always come back
And so I smile again
But I've been too blind to see that
But now I do
So I can laugh
Stacie Lynn Jun 2018
i kissed the reflection of my own lips upon glass, and placed my hand gracefully in my hair, grooming and relaxing my restless, scathed body
i grabbed a lock of hair from the mid-section, watching the hundreds of stragglers begin and end their hopeless journey towards the tiled floor, and collected the strands between my fingers to place them in their designated abyss of uselessness

i looked back into the mirror, acknowledging my own image

today, i said

i pulled my heart off the hanger in my closet, grabbed my lungs from the shelf, and retaught my body the process of living

living, i said, you're still living, whether you like it, or not

my eyes became distracted, inverted, and regressing to a time when i couldn't look pain right in the face, and pain couldn't bare to look at me either.
my lips go cold, void of the warmth provided to them by copious amounts of unconditional self-love. my lips curl, my heart palpitates.

i always used to wonder how someone could swear they loved a person so much that it could **** them, and how it could be possible for a feeling so strong, and so real, to abruptly reach extinction, as if it never even existed in the first place
but as i finally had the strength to look pain in the face,
and pain gathered enough might to do so too,
i realized she's the one i kissed today
in fact,
she's the one i've been kissing and inviting in to recieve my love
everyday

— The End —