Petals in the breeze,
Whispers of colors dance bright,
Nature's soft embrace.

We needed some space,
So we got a massive bed.
“Where'd you go?”she said

I've had life broke me piece by piece, I've had life watched me bleed and cry, I've had life pricked and casts me to my knees, fading away like ashes traveling with the wind. How do you come to love this Lazarus of a person, how do you appear, liking the darkness within.

You're my soul comforter, your eyes have became my pathway to survival, your therapeutic voice gives rhythm to my chaos, your existence is beauty, giving testaments of its wonders. My room with you, is life in its entirety, even on days when it so difficult to love myself, you've loved me, you've make living life worth it.

Mending and putting this patches together, you made me whole again, when I tell you, "you're my sanity", I'm not joking, when I say to you, "you're my life line", it is not poetry. Healer of my wounds, I don't doubt the words that I say to you, your embrace is home, you're my whole.

Again and again
The again fatigue.
The ache of it.
I’ve taken my surfing board to sea
too many times to count,
trying to master these waves
that never seem to cease.

They keep on coming.
Crashing.
Breaking.
Unrelenting.

But I...
I keep getting up.
Crying, trying,
Again and again.

Fatigued.
Tired.
Exhausted.
There must’ve been meaning
to the waves I crossed,
to the rage I dared to face.
Surely they meant something!

But they don't stop.
Not yet.
And neither do I.

Because maybe...
maybe I was never meant to master the sea.
Maybe I was born to dance with it.
To laugh in the face of the tide.
To scream and fall and rise like fire
Not to win,
but to become.

Maybe it was never about what others had
but what I’ve carried,
what I’ve kept,
what I refused to let go of
even when it nearly cost me everything.

Maybe it’s okay to fall.
To lose my balance.
To crack open.
To come undone
in the arms of the ocean
and still find myself whole.

And maybe...
just maybe
the waves will always come.

But I will rise.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Until peace meets me
not when the waters calm
but when I know
I was the storm all along.

I shall sea tomorrow.
Again and again.
But this time,
I will have fun.

Say you love me
like I love you
often and always
a million times
embrace me
consume me
burn me with kisses

If you go deaf
I will stop listening
If you go blind
I will stop looking
If you die
I will stop living
.
.
Songs for this:
From The Start by Good Kid
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Lover Girl by Laufey
In a Manner of Speaking (feat. Camille) by Nouvelle Vague

i envy the sun
it embraces you in my absence

Look at her, she loves

him, a wonderful feeling --


to hold forever.