You're still there,
At the end of my fingertips,
Your taste is still there teasing my tongue,
Your sweet face,
Haunts all my dreams,
Your beautiful heart still has its strings,
Wrapped around mine,
Tell me how to let you go,
When everything about you,
Is still living in my chest,
Crawling through the tunnels of my mind,
And leaving soft but painful bruises, on my soul

I was never superstitious
but if incarnation would be true
let me live a thousand more lives
condensed and liquified
as an ink to your mind's pen,
as words to your drunken poetry.
Let each stroke embody
every curve of my body
that your hands have ever held
so long.
Cross your t's
telling the story of our love
how one point was met
with another with a line,
replacing what once
was empty space.
And dot your i's
with the periods of our story;
from our book's first sentence
in the introductory
to the last sentence
of our cliffhanger.

If you are going to walk away
make sure you wear a comfortable shoes
And if you change your mind and come back here,
you know where to find the key

But please be reminded that you
will never see me here again
I am the genie in the bottle
Once I grant your three wishes,
I'm gone forever

I may not be ready. .
More fragile than I thought....
More broken pieces to mend...
I let him do more damage
Than I knew..
I don't want to be hurt. ..
I'm scared of giving you these pieces of me and trusting you to care for them..
So many times I've been broken and put them all back...
I'm sharing them with you. ..
and praying that you will be fragile with me...
I'm so very scared of this vulnerability. ..
I'm prepared to do this though... to take the chance on you. ..

E.J.M.

This isn't about material...
It's about the inside..
I like your heart...
I like the courage I see in you..
the goodness in your eyes...
the strength there...
for what you've overcome...
it makes me smile to see that...
the heart of you...
that tough yet fragile part...
and I know that you can make it...
because it's who I believe that you are...

E.J.M.

I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.

I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.

Be careful what you accept in love...
It may shape the entire affair
There is no Changing once it's the habit...
Don't take less and then expect more....
Acceptance may change how you feel...

E.J.M.