#bjennings

[bethennyalexis-blog]

I'm guilty of Being too strong Hiding behind laughs And a perfected smile To hide the frown Of a broken heart I'm just trying to get by To make it in My world without you I'm just trying To live past the brokeness While trying to Piece it all together To make it Make sense I dont want to Be afraid of loving you But truth is, I am

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Fleeting moments Indomitable courage Lie awake with the company of bliss Holds the world at arms length Can't judge a book by its cover sometimes you must read the whole thing and even then you may not know the whole story

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My bones are clothed By the warmth of his skin The rhythm of his heart Dances between my ribs Begging my heart to join

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Two years X amount of months And an undefined number of days It is all irrelevant

I told him we needed to talk Too long I had been Dangling above his freedom Like pavement underneath That my feet so desperately wanted To hit the ground Running onto and into

He is my best friend My lover The other half of a heart That beats under A bed of mangled bones and wreckage

I wanted to make his stay comfortable Enveloping and all encompassing

So I undressed myself and I unlocked my sternum Raising a resting heart rate To blood curdling levels And I began handing him the truths That I have swallowed and allowed To take up residency in my bones There lay a hidden script With a complex history And complicated story

Tears sprang forth as I watched him Place the wreckage gently aside Piece by piece being careful Not to destroy the evidence Just in case I wanted a second look

I watched him handle them with care Knowing the may break In his hands at any moment Yet diligently he took the pieces As I placed them in his hands

From there He made room for a home A place to lay his head To fall inside of me And hold on with a passion An understanding That allowed me the strength To crush the bones That had constructed a monument Of mock strength and security around a heart dying to beat

Tonight he is my hero Tonight he is at home and My bones are dressed in my skin And they envelope his strength That lock in two hearts That are free

Tonight I am at home

[bethennyalexis-blog]

If bones could talk Mine would tell you a Disturbing yet freeing story Instead I have locked away That story in The bones of my sternum Protected betwixt my rib cage And locked their key Behind your kisses on Well defined collar bone You are my lover My best friend My tablet left empty Because of fear dried ink But today your love brings A flowing freedom That allows me to register my history On the tablet of our future So here is your pen Write boldly and quickly While I have the courage to Undress my skin And place the bones So strongly constructed to Protect my heart In chronological order To tell you my story

[bethennyalexis-blog]

My heart smiled and that moved my very soul.

[haveyouheardofnoone]

Watching #BJennings drop at least 36

[bethennyalexis-blog]

I have willed every other man to tell me stories. To put away their wallets and spend all their words on laying their best story at the doors of my heart. I knew you were the one the moment those doors opened and I spent all of my words and all of my reserve of words trying to tell you how amazing you are as beautifully as you deserved.I'm still working and will for the rest of my life.