RileyPO# 616067
United States
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A lover and his writings
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Three and a half more weeks
until she’s finally here
No more long distance
Her and I, together again
Every day and night.
Our hearts leap together at the thought of it and the joy that those thoughts bring,
embracing each other yet again,
holding hands, walking through life together.
It’s so very close.
Time stops around me
The leaves suspended in the air
Orange, yellow, red
As I’m watching from the outside, a moment
A boy, down on one knee for his girl, the love of his life
Surrounded by blooming flowers and trees
Rays of sunlight breaking through the branches, lighting where the scene unfolds
He asks her a simple question
She cries and nods her head in a resounding yes
The moment finally arriving, playing out with no hesitations
Captured in time by a photographer, lurking from behind
Suddenly I am back
And I realize I have to keep walking forward
Forward, towards that moment
My Happy Place
Blue, silk sheets on a large queen bed,
Grey, soft sheets on a small full bed.
Cream colored walls adorned with decoration,
White colored walls barren except for one piece.
Three rambunctious animals causing mischief and mayhem,
No animals to make a peep or any sound.
Entangled up together on her sheets or mine,
with or without decorations and animals,
her in my arms with her head on my chest,
and her arms surrounding me in an embrace of love.
No matter where I am,
as long as I have her by my side, I’m in my happy place
You held me every time as I cried today
Tears running down my face
Breathing becoming erratic
Sobbing into your shoulder,
soaking your shirt,
the time passing until I finally
had to leave for school.
I knew more and more
in every passing hour, every minute
every second, the time between the individual seconds,
that you are the one.
The one I want the get down on one knee and propose to
The one I want to marry
The one I want to grow old with
Through all the good and all the bad
You are the one I want to spend my life with,
and not be apart any longer than we have to.
Thoughts of proposals and rings rose high and mighty above all else in my brain,
rushing over all the other thoughts like a t...
We’re sitting here in this airport
Me against the wall
You with your head on my lap
As you fall asleep under the fluorescent lights
And I combat exhaustion and heavy eyes to stay awake
Awaiting our 6am flight out of Chicago after
being rebooked due to delay
We’ve spent six days and six nights together
Going on seven
And I have loved every moment with you
Not growing tired of you at all
I look at you here on my lap
And I see our whole future ahead of us
Spending every possible waking moment with one another
Enveloping each other in tender love and care
Fiery passion and split decisions
All of it with one another
I can’t wait for that life to begin
However long it is from now
But the only th...
I never truly knew
Nor will I ever
And I’ll never truly understand
I could stomach most of it
The little bits here and there of the story
You and your sister’s story
But when it came to how it all started
That one first step
I broke
I got up and made a beeline for the bathroom
Taking the first available stall and as soon
as that door shut
the gates broke open.
I cried and I cried.
I cried, heaving, on the verge of throwing up,
sickened to my very core, my soul, by the thought of it
The first act that such a vile and despicable man took,
inflicted upon his own daughter
My heart cried for you,
wishing it had never happened,
wishing that it could all be over,
but I know as long as he exists,...
Forever
When you feel down
or sad, stressed
or anxious or annoyed,
I’m always going to have your back and find something
stupid to say or do to make you laugh.
She has my constant love and support, through thick and thin,
when she needs it most like now or when she needs it least like on a lazy, rainy day.
It’s so hard to leave you at night,
I wish I could stay
and hold you tight through it all.
We’re both waiting for the day we get to say “I do” and finally
we get to come home
to each other
Self-change isn’t easy,
being hyper aware of your flaws
and trying to fix them
and the blind spots
takes time.
It doesn’t just happen
spontaneously
or overnight.
My love for you cannot be put into words,
not by way of speech,
or properly captured by ink on paper.
I know not how to put it words
but rather actions,
in all the things, big and little,
I do and would do for you.
I try my hardest not to be judgmental because I know
that I can be a basket case,
have dumb thoughts, and at times
can be a handful,
and have an attitude.
That doesn’t change the one, simple truth: I love you.
I love you and one day,
wish to be holding you,
dancing in the kitchen,
in the moonlight shining through the window,
illuminating us as we forget everything else around us.
I do not regret any of
the choices
I have made.
They all have led me
to the one
I am meant to be with.
You.
You appeared in my life
twinkling like a star
far off in the distance
while being so near,
a light
shining through the pale bleak night sky
slicing through it like butter
and focusing on
me.
The first time we met
was at that tiny coffee shop just
one street off from that same university
that I used to attend.
I remember it clear as day
and looking back
it feels like a scene pulled
straight from a love movie.
I walked up to the door, hesitant,
anxious of what I would do
if I didn't spot you right away,
but I shoved that down and pulled at the door,
stepping into the warm coffee-filled air.
The lighting was soft and yellow, yet bright enough
to see everyone so clear, ...
Vulnerable
I lay myself at her feet
Stripping myself of the facade that I wear and revealing my past
the shame, the guilt,
the loneliness, the bad, ugly
person I once was
but no longer am.
She lay with me,
staring up at me as I told her my story
from as far back as I can remember
to now.
Vulnerable I lay,
her head and one hand on my chest
the other wrapping around me
like she was never letting go.
She watched me with great intent
as I told my story,
struggling through it at some moments,
crying again about the first time I truly felt the presence of God,
I told her things I never told anyone before, not even relationships past
and never at all,
not once,
did I feel an ounce of judgement,
b...
He hugged her close, ready to start their next adventures in life together.
A year ago today I was devastated
heartbroken
unmotivated
crushed
as many are when
the end of a relationship comes.
And all that comes with it like
the returning of clothes
removal of pictures
and gifts
and the pain and abandonment
of old spots around town.
And now today, I’m thriving,
being accepted to my dream university,
surrounded by great friends and company,
and in a strong, new relationship,
with an amazing girl who is sweet,
funny and ambitious,
strong, independent, and fierce,
caring, beautiful, and understanding.
A lot can happen in a year.
Never give up.
Since Saturday I’ve been filled with glee
Knowing that finally I will be free.
Out of this town and to a new place
With a little bit of my own space.
A roof, a door, and four white walls
That will help me stand tall, so I do not fall.
I’ll meet new people, new places, new friends
But that doesn’t mean what is current will end.
I’ll escape this small town and what it holds of my past
In pursuit of something to last.
A new year, a new person, a new school, a new home
In many ways, a new life in a new place in which I will roam.
I knew how dangerous it could have been.
I went and loved you anyways.
It turned out that I was a rebound and eventually, I would pay the price.
And I did.
She’s an enigma to me
And I to her
Happening so suddenly.
The first date, coffee
Simply, yet filling
Just enough to see.
The second, dinner and lights
More revealing and captivating
A long, wonderful, colorful night.
The last didn’t treat her right
She gave all, her gave none
What a saddening sight.
We value the same things
After our pasts of heartbreak
It could be promising.
She won’t keep me here
Though she knows my plans
And for that I’m revered
We’ll see where things go
It’s all in God’s time
And things will go slow.
It’s been so long
that I forgot the feeling
of what it’s like to blush-
to be caught off guard and
for a split second
vulnerable
and exposed
but so happy.
It’s truly a feel good feeling.
The change of season has brought over the turning of new leaves that have come with newfound freedom.
To perhaps tell a short story.
Or express my feelings.
A short poem about love,
Or one about heartbreak.
To put thought on to paper,
With the ability to look back and reflect,
At how far I’ve come and where I have yet to go.
To captivate others and have them feel what I feel.
To peak their interests or bring up an old memory that they can connect with.
To forge a connection with readers.
And most importantly for me,
to be truthful with myself,
and the rest of the world.
The brain can be tricked and easily deceived.
The heart, however, cannot.
This year, I am grateful for the biggest learning experience of my life and the massive change it brings me, and the freedom to escape this small town.
Hidden no more,
It’s all out there to be seen.
Every glimpse of hope,
Every internal struggle,
Every doubt and fear.
I hide them no more
They do not control me.
I control them.
Letter by letter I continue to be removed, as though I never existed, never meant anything, as though I was and am nothing. Though that’s what happens to those who don’t mean anything, they are slowly removed and cut out bit by bit. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but rather it’s interesting to watch it happen. I guess for some it’s easier to hide it all away than to think of it at all.
-r.
I know not what to do
Or what to think
Or how to go about this
All these thoughts in my brain
I know what I feel
I know what I desire
All this love and at the same time, all this self regret and shame
She’s the only one who gets me
That I’m vulnerable with
That listens and truly listens
At least to me
I hold on to the hope
Deep down in my heart
And all the faith to there
For I still believe and wait...
I’ve been knocked down a few pegs, so that I have to relearn her for some of the ways she has changed, I know not how.
It doesn’t stop me though from caring still, but perhaps I am too hopeless. I understand why things are now and how they must be, no matter how much it kills me inside. None of it changes how I feel and the fact that I will wait, and just that I’ll do.
