I use to beg and plea and pray,
For some time alone.
That has all changed since,
You have taught me love.
It has been too long
I am sorry
To you and to myself
I will not acuse
I will list an excuse
I have simply stepped away
I cannot state with certainty
That this is permanent
But to those who are concerned
I am happy
I am content
Maybe that explains my absence
I will bare all the scars.
I will have all the nightmares.
I will toss and turn, endlessly.
So that you may remain asleep. Unaffected and unafraid.
With your dreams still able,
to become your reality.
Life is all about the peaks and valleys.
Moments with you = Peaks
Moments without you = Valleys
Pretty simple math if you ask me.
Sad sure. Yet, happy too.
Motivated with no doubt about it.
Scared still? Yes.
I dream for you & I.
Yet, I fear we may fall instead of fly.
Regardless, I want to jump off the edge.
Do you dare take my hand?
I know you dream too, of you and I.
So let us hope for the best, as we step.
Off the high dive, into the sea of chance.
If I were to awake, to you smiling in your sleep. I would not dare make a noise nor move. I would lay my head down again, knowing the world was perfect with you in my arms.
You make dandelions glimmer in the light of your eyes, as if they are daffodils.
No wonder how you saw me for the man I could be, rather than the man you had in front of you.
Your love inspires me, to make this world as beautiful as is your soul.
I kiss away the nightmares. With gentle lips on her forehead. Ensuring her fears never can break her.
She grounds me from my dreams. With her firm grasp on my skin. Reminding me she is all I want and ever will need.
Is the snow that soon returns to blanket all hope and dreams,
That I will be back beside you.
Is my skin that you no longer have your hands upon.
Left to question the skies and to shiver alone in my bed at night.
I do not. Will not. Ever blame you.
As I shiver, I desire your touch
Like fire, warmth radiates where your skin meets mine
I am afraid to say, I have passed the point of freezing
My lips begin to darken
This time, not from purple lipstick
Oh, how I need your lips pressed against mine
Kiss me, to ignite my insides
To save me ... touch me
You evoke poetry deep within me As if your hand has pierced through my
chest and into my heart
Spewing ink onto the pages of my soul.
I think of, and then list, the things that get me through the moments I am truly missing you
The list of things:
Music of all sorts (Loud, soft, calm, crazy, sad, angry, or even joyous)
Laying in a hammock bathing in the sun
Biking with no destination in mind
Talking with people old and new
Playing with kids or pets or both
Watching Netflix, continuously
Writing and writing and writing again
Singing, only when I know no one can hear me
Excerting myself until I sweat
Showering away all my depressing thoughts
Cleaning, every single speck of dust
Did I mention writing?
Then a thought comes along about how being next to you would get me through missing you
And so I realize that is what g...
To make your coffee,
In the early morning
Will always be enough for me.
The way you smile,
With the first crisp sip
Entices all I am for you.
Your presence, is my last line of defense...
In the ever-waging war against, loneliness.
No words will sum together in a way for me to accurately express how you make me feel.
But my eyes will never be able to hide, They will give me away everytime.
I am sure they glow
I am sure they shine
I am sure they enlarge
To take in all that you are.
All I have seen before, fades
All I have ever feared, fleas
My eyes burn brightly
Turning your beauty into memory.
Both the greens and the blues
Reflecting more accurately than my words
How in love with you I have become.
Do not believe me, when I blame my poor mood on the weather.
Do not let me, get away with an explanation of my pain existing due to the fact it is always raining. Know that, the grey clouds above have nothing to do with my dampened affect.
I am sick, not from the early fall winds but from waking up alone in the attic again and again.
I will not seek shelter, I will simply hide beneath my umbrella.
I hope you can see passed the forecast, for who believes the weather man anyway.
Her name rests on my lips. Enticing my throat. To shout. To yell. To scream. To pronouce, how in love I have become.
With all that she is.
One decision changes your life; for if you chose another choice, you would be living an entirely different life.
There exists an endless amount of beautiful women all around this world.
Yet, somehow your smile stands out. Your laugh rings through my head, as if the chorus to some catchy cliche-filled song we always sing.
Your hands fit precisely into the folds of mine, and your eyes...
Your eyes, still to this day, have me getting lost everytime I catch a glimpse.
It is like I am looking into the sky, or some faroff oasis of a galaxy.
They are the color of the clearest ocean seas; as bright, if not brighter, than the brightest star.
Your smile, blows holes in my heart. Causing a pain I crave inside my chest whenever your mouth seems to bend with a warm embrace.
The way you kiss, I melt, I slip, I...
Where I sit, goosebumps raise on my skin. Could be the café air blowing down on me. Or, possibly the thoughts of you. Either way, I shiver and clutch my own arms. Wishing it was your embrace instead. You were my warmth. Both at night under the covers as well as internally. Keeping my heart beating. Keeping my lungs breathing. Now, I sit cold and more quiet than ever. No sleeves on my shirt and no feeling inside my chest. Many reasons to lack any warmth. But you alone are why I hurt.
Who am I to kid
I knew all along where my intentions sat
And although I resent the fact
I cannot decline the right
You had to challenge, to press, to demand
But you had not
You best admit you knew too
Finally asleep, After what most would consider a rough night. I pray and I hope and I beg, she may rest easy.
Sadly, she will likely awake in a panic with the shivers and the sweats. Side-effects, for being who she is.
Beaten and broken, will never describe her. She is a martyr, a true heroine. The way she steps between the domestic and the damaged. She is like Wonderwoman.
With her back as her shield. Her heart as her reminder. Defending is her purpose. Protecting is her superpower.