i rushed in
too fast and too soon
completely forgetting
to check the room.
was i wanted?
could i stay?
do you think me weird
for the things i say?
awkward, that’s me
although that’s the way
i’ve always been
too quick to jump in
too fast to trust
when will i ever learn
that some things,
like love,
you simply
cannot rush.
Taking a little break from poetry today to read one of my short stories about love, inspired by a real-life event and a young man I fell in love with so long ago. I hope you like it.
thank you
that’s all i can say
thank you for showing me
the good in every day
the happy smiles,
the laughter,
each naughty thought,
every honest answer
everything about you
i’m so grateful for
and if others can’t see it
let them go
just don’t forget the strength
inside your heart
for your whole is so much better
than just the parts
that others want you to be
unable to see what i’ve always seen
a soul so fearless and loving
it’s what you’ve always been.
they say people come into your life for a reason. is that why you came in like a hurricane i never expected but in the end, i desperately needed? for i'd been asleep at the wheel, too lost in my sadness to know i had to wake up if i wanted something worthwhile to sow, but only if i plucked the courage to pursue my passion without any hesitation and finish what needed to be done after i forgot what it felt like to have fun and fall in love with you even if you only meant to stay until i found my way.
you changed the language
of my heart and the alphabet
of my soul, little things
that aren’t so little
but i just thought
you should know before
you leave to find your own way
i can never repay you enough
but because of you
i’m happy for the little things
again, even the most trivial
of stuff like the memory
of your love and your hand
over this broken heart, the sound
of your voice that echoes still
reminding me i’m beautiful,
worthy and smart, constantly
rewriting what was once written
there, turning apathy and self-loathing
into passion and self-care. and
all this because once upon
a time, you dared.
how i love sunday mornings
when you pull me ever so close
under the covers, kissing, teasing
little moments i love the most
like when you growl playfully in my ear
and call me, baby girl
your touch sends tingles from my head to my toes
and those butterflies, how their wings unfurl
i love the pauses between your kisses
when you look up at me and laugh
a mischievous sound with the power to undo me
you are my love, my life, my other half
let’s stay in bed for the rest of the day
let’s lose ourselves in each others’ arms
crave me, make sweet love to me…
you’re the only one who can calm my storms
i searched for you in my heart today
but i couldn’t find you anywhere
wasn’t that what you promised me
that i’d always find you there?
was it all a lie then
those promises that you made
spoken to ease my fears and loneliness
all this time, was it all a game?
did you lose control? is that what happened
when things got too much?
was that when you decided to leave –
when the tide became too rough?
did you have enough of the games we played
the ones that left us both drowning
in the lies that we told each other,
all the while constantly seeking
for more than we could ever give
more than what we had deep inside
is that why i can’t find you in my heart anymore?
the day you left, was that when our love finally died?
i found a post-it note from you today
it fell from the book you last read
tell her she's beautiful, you wrote
words you whispered as you kissed my forehead
the day you told me i'd find love again
that all i had to do was close my eyes
and you'd be right there with me
and that we'd both be just fine
that i'd always feel your love wherever i went
as i'd run headfirst into love
i just had to trust myself again
and then you were gone
there are days when you just have to know
where you stand in this game called life
where family values still amount to something
if you only take the time to set down that knife
you're too busy using to cut off what matters
your own eyes
your heart
your soul
are in tatters
and you've forgotten respect and integrity
too blinded in your own lies to see
that you're nothing but a hollow spineless coward
and you'll never be the man you were meant to be
until you stop,
take a breath,
and look beyond the hatred you've sown
but i doubt you'd do that, your ear pressed too deep
against the field of lies you've grown all this time
plotting
plotting
against your own
Did you know it’s okay to be different?
my son said to me today
when I told him he needed to fit in,
that way things will be okay.
I like being myself, he said,
I like being me.
And in his eyes, I saw my fear
for a world that he cannot yet see
A world that may have lost kindness
and understanding so long ago
a world that won’t have any patience
for things they no longer have time to know
that not everyone is going to fit in
some people just like being the way they are
unique and smart, beautiful and kind
different like every shining star
but if there’s one thing i know
as we journey together through all this
i’ll raise him to be strong for himself and others
and to always stand up for those easily dismissed
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