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You said you wanted another chance. Well, here it is.

Until I say it

I've used every other word to not be obvious with how I feel. To not overwhelm you with the fact that I love you before I can actually tell you. Until I say it, know it through how I show you.

#show love #love unspoken #i love you

The Days

I measure the days by her. The time in between when last saw her. The time til I see her again. It is when I'm with her that adds to the time and memories that will craft who I am. That will restore what I was. Those are the days I measure my life by.

#days #measure of a life #time #til we meet again

Open More, Then Before

I feel more now, not because I have an open wound, but because I can reach more places in my heart then I could before.

#open #wound #feel more #reach #heart

Chemical

Whomever said love is only chemical, hasn’t stood next to an explosion.

This is

Maybe I was wrong. Not about how to love, but about what it actually is. I twisted it into a beautiful thing that doesn't really exist. And I lived there for far too long. Now I can't unlearn my warped idea and unrealistic feelings. So I chase an idea of place that is fragmented. A place where I'm only able to piece together memories that ignore the sharp edges they tend to have. This is what my love is.

Not a Battlefield

Love isn't a fight to win a prize. Love is that chance that may never had happened, but did. Love is to believe, one more time, that it is all worth the sacrifice.

#battlefield #love is #sacrifice #believe #one more time

Steps

I'm tired of dancing alone. Sure, the music will take me and I don't even have to open my eyes to know where I am. It's when I open my eyes to find out I was doing it all alone that is always the shock. Alone you look like you're spinning out of control, it's only when you're with another that it's a beautiful sight.

My ship

At times, I feel my heart was holding onto what good feelings there was and nothing else. Somewhere safe to harbour my chaotic emotions. But my ship is broken and bad emotions flood into me. Into everything; my chest, down to me stomach. And I don't know how to ask someone to seal the hole. If they can, they must do it on their own, without me asking or the repairs will never hold.

#my ship #open #flood #sinking #heal me

Worth what?

I wonder sometimes what made me worth someone's effort or time. Now that I have to prove it all again what is it that I offer. I am the same I was before, for the most part, but I still feel I need to change things. I know that it didn't work before because it might not have been the right person, but I haven't had a lot of heartache to forge my heart to be more resilient. Love is what I need but looking and finding it is still so foreign to me.

#how do I find it #how do I prove it #to try again

I

Will I strike the match for the fire that will change it. Will I slow the wind to stop the coming storm. Will I keep the rhythm constant for others to follow. Maybe if I turn left instead of right. If I remember instead of forgetting. If I wait a second longer instead of rushing. But do I tip the first domino. Do I solve the last puzzle. Do I make the new road. Should I return. Should I repair. Should I resume. What do I...

It hits the hardest

With an imagination, I can think of wonderful outcomes. The best that can be. With reality I can only witness as it passes, and I am never prepared for it. And for that reason, I need to stop dreaming.

Connections

Can you hear me when I quietly say your name? Or do you sense me when I focus on the image I have of you in my head? Are there signals traveling across the world to you that I don't know I'm sending? Is the line between us unbroken? What still exists out there in place that held us together?

The other side

I'm not sure what I expect to see in the mirror every time I look, and it's not that what I see isn't accurate, but there's something I look for every time I see my reflection. A subtle change or something I've never seen before.

#mirror #what I've seen #change #finding the difference

It has been said by others that Olafur Arnald's music is like listening to poetry. But I've never had words move me like music does.

#olafur arnalds #poetry as music #beautiful #emotions

Those remaining few

I send you messages through connections that might be there, knowing you will never get them, and still hoping you will respond.

But then, what is this sound I always hear come on deep in my chest and inside my head?

#broken #not broken #rhythm #tick #tock #the sound

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