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When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it. Henry Ford
That’s how it works, hard to swallow don’t 🙂↕️
LORA MATHIS
‘If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It’ by @lora-mathis;
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Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
—Brain
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Gazes from Afar
I met a man with whom I have grown to appreciate
Heart bursted in a symphony from a song he initiates
A rhythm turning havoc inside the ensemble of my brain
Yet I only wish to watch through the broken glass stain.
No longer do I wish to chase after the butterflies
Let my stomach acid burn them and kill what electrifies
No longer do I wish to let anything spark within me
I only wish to stay away and be in my own company
No longer shall I swoon and giggle with delight
It is time to shut down any happiness found in his sight.
No future is promised and I shall not take any risk
For the creation of a sand castle can fall in a brisk.
There is no point in pursuing a man of high honor
Lest I let my heart once more fall victim and be a goner
For I've been here before and wish to be a fool no more
Tis better to be longing than to leave my heart sore.
Perhaps it is best to leave everything to the imagination
Of what could be and simply feed into the delusion
One might be happier living life with an empty heart
Rather than let love consume me from the start.
But even through it all the pain and suffering in love
I know I am not a perfect candidate to be someone's dove
My flaws and broken dreams outweigh the best things
Forever chained to the ground by the cupid with wings.
A bundle of anxious attachments with an overactive mind
Consumed in my own thoughts that I simply go blind.
I lose sight of good memories of the past and present
Leaving a self pitying selfish jerk to live in resentment
Insecurities shine through a broken kintusgi pot
Dusted with gold, it shall never be thrown out to rot
Yet there is no worth in dressing up my shortcomings
For there is not enough glue and gold to hide my unbecoming.
I wish upon no one to be vowed to the person I've become.
For in a world full of someones, I only wish to be no one.
I am beaten and broken, nothing left of me but a crumb.
And to the darkness I stare as I slowly succumb.
I've accepted my peace to be seen as someone unloveable.
So I keep my walls up and be perceived as unapproachable.
For no one could ever love the worst parts of me
Other than the person who has lived every memory.
And yet the tug of my heart has only gotten stronger
The butterflies in my stomach have only gotten plentier
You smile my way and I am left to be defenseless
And my brain can only scramble to make sense of the messes.
Your gaze has consumed my soul like a wild fire ablaze
Eyes, whether soft or with furrowed brows, I am amazed.
For the loudest sound around me is the silence you entice
Paired with the quickened pace from my heartbeat's race.
Talent through your veins, your hands a source of magic and wonder
Your rough calloused fingers dance along the strings of your guitar.
Inciting the most gentle of melodies, a show in mastery of your art.
And with such proficiency, you managed to tug at the strings of my heart.
Your being; a person of kindness and hope that is beyond compare.
Albeit mischevious with a hypnotic grin and jokes to spare.
Raised with the morals of God through the hands of your mother.
And growing to be your greatest version: a man of high honor.
Your humanity has no competition, and that goes without question.
Your smile, your gaze; a sight to be amazed with no further discussion.
Your soul is pure in a day and age where this characteristic is quite rare.
Perhaps in due time, I can be worthy of you, but for now: I do, adore.
— Mary Kate Teske
Carol Ann Duffy, New Selected Poems: 1984-2004; from ‘To the Unknown Lover’
Crazy but true
You have to forgive yourself, because self-shame is self-sabotage.
“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You never ever have to convince someone to do the work to be ready. There is more extraordinary love, more love that you have never seen, out here in this wide and wild universe. And there is the love that will be ready.”
— Nayyirah Waheed
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