Category: Acceptance

resurrection

we’re more than what people think

when they see us together

you are the music to my poems

the rhythm to my soul

apart, we’re beautiful

together, we’re magical

i saw my dreams within your eyes

i found a home in your embrace

i felt the love i thought was gone

i touched the intangible

you colored my world with sunshine

painted stars in darkened alleys

for it was all black and grey before

for it was all meaningless and boring.

you cracked the code,

found your way to a heart

i swore was missing

emptied my world,

of loneliness and anguish

and filled it with joy,

happiness and a calm

i thought didn’t exist

you resurrected me.

December

i am learning to be kind to myself. it’s me against myself nobody else. that is what determines my soul’s wealth. falling apart, i was falling apart remember? but i picked myself up and put myself back together. my heart is like the weather of december. hard and solid as a rock. it’s got to be like that to protect the soft spots. my core is so soft. only a few can tell you that. cause there’s only a few that get close enough to see through the cracks.

Saudade

green grass
blue sky
first kiss
one of many to be shared
laying down, you fell asleep
I listened to your breathing
watched you sink into the earth, listened to your heart beating
we were perfect
not knowing what it was, but soon discovered it to be love
now I’m falling apart
we are soul mates, but as best friends
brown grass
grey sky
last kiss
we tried.

sonder

i have read thousands of stories under the night sky, only the moon and the stars lighting up the words passing through my mind, i imagined every single way a person could fall in love but the words like fireworks and soulmates don’t really mean anything when you’ve never felt any of those and you can be there and know and see all that is possible in this world but if you don’t feel it in your own heart you’ll never completely understand, and i’ll forever be grateful for the voice in my head that never stopped telling me to hope and dream and believe because if i did i’d be gone. now with only words and letters swirling around making up my life, but i didn’t, i didn’t, i listened and listened and believed and now i’m here with all that i’ve got and what i’ve got is enough, it’s real, it’s real and right here and when i read about fireworks and soulmates i don’t have to imagine anymore because i’ve felt, i’ve lived, and i’m still feeling and living and i stop doing that sometimes but it’s okay now, it’s okay, those words aren’t only words now and all the other words i’ve read under the moonlight? i am going to make those real one day, too.

they’re the only thing keeping you going. they help you forget that little corner of your brain that is drowning and suffocating and burning. they melt away the numb and paralyzing nights and make you feel alive. they give beauty and value new meanings. a lifetime of adventures, and stories, and in the moment moments are all you can see in the hues of their eyes.

-the fine line between hope and naïve