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8 years with you.
Shifted dynamics.
Change is the only constant & inevitable.
Happy ❤️ day to my Buntoo.
May you play the role you play in my life, in whatever form it may take, shapeshifting through shared experiences with the intention of remaining true to yourself and us.
The magic of love, like Tinker-bell with her fairy dust, is how she sees her love for him.
Love akin to fairy dust, to sunflowers, to the sound of rain, to cosy cold mornings, to listening to your favourite song, to sipping a cup of hot cocoa, to the gush of waterfalls, to ascending higher plains, to dancing in the rain, to…you, te amo; love that she cannot explain, love that formed similarity rather than dissimilarity.
Love that heals, and confuses.
Love that supports yet attacks.
Love that is kind yet impatient.
Love that creates pain through expression.
Love that is explosive yet grounding.
Love that is he&she.
Repair
Conflict
Repair
Conflict
Repair
Conflict
Repair
Decay
To the “in the moment” guy,
Sometimes, being in the moment, is all we have, all we can experience and all we should experience.
But sometimes, being in the moment, might not always be enough…
Sometimes, Mr In-The-Moment, thinking outside moments could help prevent complex circumstances that one may not be able to remove themselves from, if these circumstances were to occur.
But then, how can I let go, of my Mr In the Moment?
What if all we have, is a lifetime of moments?
What if…all we have is, borrowed time?
And then…it all disappears into infinite space, for it never to be found. All these moments…then become illusory? Become a thing of the past? Become apart of time & space? May not even exist?
Yours Truly,
Not “in the moment” girl.
2 AM.
Eyes wide open.
In anticipation.
Silence.
Sadness.
Eyes shut.
“How did I get here?”
Silence.
A love story.
A changed gaze,
glints of desire.
Faint attraction,
surging high, never low.
Conversation galore,
love grows.
Beyond morality,
love exists.
Warm hearts,
feverish passion.
Love in the unknown,
a love story,
that is bewildering.
“Sorry, s**’* b*** I G2G”
Never a choice, always an option.
Convenience over priority.
A secret that is selective.
A home without a house.
A place where I do not belong
Yet, remain fixed, hoping for a different outcome.
A fool’s wish? Maybe so, love conquers all they say.
Never a choice, always an option.
How long for?
Till my heart shrivels, my tears no longer flow, and love paints darkness into my life: Hurt, anguish, rejection and abandonment.
“Sorry, I g2g”
B to the P to the D
Pain for the pain caused by my actions.
Pain for the scars etched by rage.
Pain for the healing that you need to journey through.
Pain for you.
Pain for being misunderstood and not understanding you.
Pain for your struggle to rediscover yourself.
Pain for your newfound strength.
Pain, because we do not know what lay ahead.
Grá
It’s a day of sparkles, glitter and feeling it all.
A day of restless hours, thinking, imagining, yearning.
A day to be buoyant, because of you.
A day to reflect, accept and grapple with the threads of reality that hang loose.
A day, for you, for me, for we.
Un/ Deux
Love that is non-linear.
Love that is jagged.
Love that is not one, but two.
Love that is sometimes restrained
Love that is free for you, one, two.
Love that grows
Love that sways
Love that shifts
Love that weeps
Love that breaks
Love that rekindles
Love that sparks
Love that gasps
Love for you, Un et Deux
Stays.
Love for you, Un et Deux,
Shelters.
Love is magic that we can sometimes control,
Love for you, Un et Deux
Is my favourite thing.
Safe in my heart.
Nestled comfortably in his heart, but not in his life.
May she remain there, for as long as she can.
Some days, she accepts and on other days she resists. She accepts that she cannot be in his life, as who she is meant to be. On other days, pain engulfs her and she wishes to leave, wishes to be someone else, wishes to transition back to friend and nothing more.
“Take me, love me, embrace me, love me more, hold me.”
Can she be your most precious secret?
Memories that make the hair on her skin rise, in a good way. In a way that is warm, joyous, exciting and happy. Yet, it’s more than positive emotions, it’s more than just being in love. Its ethereal. It’s an unspoken connection, the best kind, that transcends words and language. A connection shared through gaze and blinks, through knowing smiles, and the swift caress of fingers.
“I miss you. It’s harder at dusk, it’s doubly harder when the stars fill the cloudy sky.”
Find her, no matter what. Wherever you may be, find her, seek her, love her, for this is meant to be.
“Black & White, Headlights”.
The heart remains afraid, of the unknown. The unknown being, fierce love, without legitimacy, without a home.
The heart weeps, a love that is forbidden, only known to the keeper of secrets.
The heart yearns, for your love, one that is without limitations or boundaries.
The heart breaks, as it accepts that this love, like waves in the ocean, is not forever.
Alas, my love has found a home, with you. But yours, not with me.
Fog
A fog settles between now and then
Where does now begin and then end?
A fog separates you and I
Murky and unforgiving
A fog descends in our minds & hearts
crushing whispers of hope
A fog decimates what we created
do we survive?
Inner Voice
Inner voice, reveal yourself.
For your confidence besets me
Beheld by your power
I know not your origin
Your rise to control
Your failure to resign
Your taunts
stifle my soul
shackle my spirit
No more, my VOICE bellows
No more shall you win!
For I will rise,
to see you fall
to see you relinquish your power over all
All of me.
Hope
Hope is like a broken mirror, you see cracks, yet there’s a compulsion to mend what’s cracked.
Doesn’t hope work the same way? Hope is nothing but the compulsion to persevere despite the cracks.
Why do I feel this way?
#hope
Come what may,
I hope you stay.
If you want to fly away,
stay astray.
But I hope you stay,
for my tears will fray.
If you run away,
I will remain a stray.
Come what may,
I hope you stay.