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Peace
I lay awake at night and hope to find peace. Sleep comes not as rest but as a dreaded ball and chain,a time to serve. The moments I cherish, dread and fear are all there waiting for me. I wake each morning hoping for peace. I haven't found it yet, but I hope all the same.
Sometimes you're the anchor others you're the boat.
I can see that you are drifting away from me. I can feel the distance. I want to scream and cry and beg. Instead I smile and wave as you go on your way to a new adventure. You take a piece of me with you. Keep it safe. I love you.
My depression is like a force field around happiness. I can see it and I know it's there but I just can't break through and hold it. I try everyday I push the force field back, beating on it, screaming silent screams that echo through my mind. On the outside I look fine, but inside I am battling an invisible force,fighting for my life everyday.
Don't mistake my pain for anger. I am not mad. I am hurt. In pain. Wishing I was enough to make you want to fight for me. Stay with me. Love me. I will never be good enough for anyone though
Our love was like a good dream, one that you woke from wishing and willing yourself back into. One that you remember your whole life, living hopeing that one night you will finally get to live that dream again. Every dream is conpared to that dream and none ever conpare. Our love is just like that.
I cut my own heart out and then wonder why I am bleeding.
I am like a discarded scrap of paper crumpled into a ball and then hastily flattened back out.
We need to talk.
That phrase makes me feel like I'm sitting at the top of a rollercoaster waiting for the drop. Waiting with my heart in my throat, my hands clammy and my body tensed. Preparing to feel the world falling out from beneath me. I knew from the beginning this moment would come, yet I hadn't realized until this point how scared I was of it.
"If it's bad enough why doesn't a time traveler come back and tell me about it?
They do. Everyday a time traveler tells you something you didn't know, something that will prevent you from harm, something that can change your life forever. Your parents, teachers, family and friends. Strangers on the street, in the market. Anyone older than you. They have traveled throughout time longer than you have. Their paths have been hard or easy but regardless they tell you about the perils ahead. Every day. And yet every day pride and foolishness keep you from heeding these travelers words.
You were his first awkward girlfriend. Holding hands, whispering sweet nothings that truly meant nothing. Telling each other your hopes and dreams. You grew apart, moved away, fell apart. You have a whole new life, haven't thought of him in years. However you are his biggest “what if”. He wonders sometimes if you all could have had a different life. If you ever think of him. He wonders what if all the time. To him you are a mystery Holmes would find hard to solve.
He's a hot guy in a crowded bar. You walk over and kiss him randomly because you just needed a rush. You don't think of it again. He lives with the scent of your skin and the taste of your lips burning in his mind now. He sees you as the persona of beauty and desire. You are his goddess. Aphrodite would envy you.
You fall in love with a man, deeply, insanely, run away and leave everything behind you in love. He says he loves you too just as much. You love,love,love and you're so happy. Everything is going to be wonderful forever. Happiness is so thick in your mind you could bottle it. Then he's gone. He leaves and now you are different. You lost that part of pure love, you can't trust and you are broken. He doesn't think about you. You pay no rent in his mind, You ceased to exist. You are a used to be and notch in the belt. He was unharmed, untouched and uninterested.
You meet him. You are broken, guarded and cold. He brings glue, a ladder and his bonfire heart. He quietly starts mending while listening, he climbs his ladder slowly rung by rung up and down as needed, and the slow burn his love builds sinks through you like a cup of hot tea in the winter, soothing and healing. He thinks of you. He thinks of you, not your appearance, not your body, not what you have or do not have, not what you can bring to the table. He thinks of you, your soul and energy. He can see if your happy, sad, stressed or angry with a glance, not to your facial features or body language. Straight in your eyes, he owns the keys to your mind. He sees you. He has put you on the ladder and you have been going up and down as needed until you are at the top and he says good job like he had not practically carried you. He sees you and you, you try so hard to blind yourself to him. You cannot afford to lose anymore of yourself. Yet you see him. You see the glue, the ladder and you feel the heat as his bonfire heart burns through your walls and lights a fire in you. Then you see him. You see each other.
In the quilt of your life there are many threads, many patches. They are memories, dreams and wishes. They are dark and colorful. They all come together to comfort you, warm you, remind you and allow you peace. This is your life, your history and your strength.
Low key love those friends that you can just sit with comfortably, peacefully and just be.
I have been told hundreds of times I was loved but when you say it, it resonates through my soul and puts my mind to rest.
Ice cold fire runs through my veins when I think of you. Freezing and burning my heart and radiating out until my whole body is numbly burning.
Please don't look at me with that look. The look that tells me that once again I fell and there is no one to catch me.
I love conversations that flow like rivers and intertwine amongst each other like vines. Conversations where one topic leads to another, winding and swirling rushing forward and collecting in pools before moving on. Slowly flowing lazily through the night. Sweeping you into the current and holding you up in the midst. You lose yourself in the words of others and your words mingle together in a river of memories.
She was by nature a giver, a lover, a peacekeeper. She second guessed herself and never left her comfort zone. She was content to live day by day never dreaming only living. She loved too easily and had a patchwork heart to show how many times she had given pieces of herself away.
He was a wild spirited dreamer, made for action and adventure. He did everything full throttle. He was confident and bold. He had a heart made for love but had been hurt so many times he called it cold. He dreamed hard and worked harder.
They were so mismatched in personality that had you told me in the beginning that they would fall in love I would have laughed at you.
Yet from the moment they met there was a pull, a spark between them that was undeniable. She saw it right away as was her way. She started preparing a patch knowing she was about to fall apart again. He denied it to himself and anyone who would listen. He didn't love people, he was cold and heartless. They became friends and confidants. They shared their secrets and dreams with one another. They become sometimes lovers. All the while denying what they felt.
One day she woke up and realized the patch she had made was never meant for her. It was for him. She smiled as she patched him up, marveling at how much easier it was to heal others, how in healing him she healed herself. With every stitch she grew stronger. Because of her patch he now wore her in his heart. She laughed when he said it was a cold heart. She always reminded him that he may fool everyone else but she had felt the warmth of his heart, that burned so brightly and so wildly . She showed him the reflection of his warmth in her eyes whenever she could so he would never forget. He showed her how to let go of fear and live boldly in herself. He taught her to love herself, he taught her to dream. He taught her to think for herself. She knew he found her attractive but he never flattered her, although he complimented her perfectly. Together they taught each other lessons in love and life that alone they would never have learned.
Although it had never been spoken aloud they knew they loved each other. They loved each other in the purest of ways. Free of the need to posses or control the other, free of jealousy and fear. They didn't need words to express those feelings. They were understood. The two of them had become something more. More than friends, more than lovers. It was almost that they were truly joined mind and spirit. No matter what life brought them they could make it through with the help and support of the other. If time and circumstance happened to separate them they would still love one another even if they never spoke again.
He loved her. She loved him. Nothing else was needed. Just that they loved. Selflessly.