Who you want to be needs to meet who you are. Not the you that is filtered. Not the you that spends more time on captions than on love letters. Not the you that scrolls more than speaks. Not the one who forgot how to smile unless it’s for a selfie. Not the you that appreciates the sun only when it gives good lighting. The you that just is. The you that will be without a for.
I cannot be like the moon and only shine enough so that you can be the sun.
I refuse to be like your mother….
Not because she isn’t resilient but because I cannot survive the pain she decorates in lace. She cries alone and your father wears the smell of alcohol like cologne. She puts on her smile like makeup. Her shirt is a mask that covers the bruises. She sometimes breaks down to the ground when she thinks you’re in the shower and cannot hear. She brings you your folded clothes like she’s bringing the parts of her that haven’t been destroyed. She asks you to put it away right away. Just maybe, you have the parts of her that have not died. Your mother like many women deserved a happy ending.
Im at the other end of the phone crying
Feeling so fucking empty
Like you just finished picking all of my insides out
I wonder how you can say one thing and mean another
I wonder how your heart turns to black overnight
Even when I feel this empty i still crave you to fill the void
But I can’t make your light bright
When mine is dying out.
I chose to heal with you.
To paint my skin with your love.
Kiss your eyelids for the rest of my life.
To pull me inside and bloom in salvation.
This is my homecoming.
-I love you
You remind me of the man I wished for. But you’re nothing like him. I could never wish for you because you are far more than just simple. This is love as soft as a summer breeze. Patience sings at ease. A touch as honest as the promise of a night sky. Words that bring safety to a broken soul. A love harder to forget than my own name. Its like everything I ever questioned was finally home.
I know I love you because I write poems in my head when l’m with with you.I cannot wait,it’s like you pour these words in my mind and all they want to do is come alive. Not the roses are red and violets are blue type of stuff.But the type of poems that make you feel like everthing you want to be. You make me become a poet so effortlessly.