BFF.

Scrolled up on what now feels like a figment of my imagination.

A nostalgic sensation.

Just as unrecognizable as it is undeniable.

When security questions ask me the name of my childhood best friend, I still write your name. And yes, of course I remember its spelled with two i’s and no a… could never make that mistake.

I wonder if you remember me?

Do you think of me?

Of us?

Back when all the time in the world wasn’t enough.

You and I. Me and you with all our immature dreams filling every ounce of our being. There was so much room there… we had so much life to live and love to give and.. time seemed to go on for four-evers… even one day apart seemed to last for two-morrows…

Maybe we just ran out of storage. Out of memory. Out of space for each other. So much to do. So much we lose…

But as I forget my password for the third time this year, I get to visit you. In that part of my brain where I hardly ever get to go.

Is my name your answer too?

Spelled with two a’s and no o…

Expectations.

Not a fan of the classics.

She wants magic.

Unreasonable attachments.

To love beyond all earthy considerations.

Up and over physical limitations.

Her heart beat’s racing against static situations.

She finds rhymes to unreasonable emotions, charged with the simple notion that Love isn’t made of flames..

but explosions.

She doesn’t want to believe life’s silver-linings are only made of brief moments of peace, and a few perks.

Eyes on the skies…

She’s waiting fire works.

Heavy.

Thrown around so often in this day-and-age, it might be easy to think lightly of what I’m about to say, so… First. Let me explain.

You are the light God set apart.

I am the night… You are the moon I earned by perfecting the dark. See how I enhance you?.. See how you define me?

Not meant to be. Had to be.

You are the ocean.. just washing and waving. I am dry land. Shifting and shaking, and…

Im softer when we’re embracing.

Everyday of my life I’ve spent creating… trying to make things… really anything out of everything.. ending with feelings that were fleeting and fading… Everyday felt like Monday — naturally draining, but you…

Well, you were like

that good rest on Sunday God was saving.

… I love you.

Feel the weight of what I’m saying?

Discretion.

Discretion.

It was a brief case.

A fading memory that my soul can still trace.

Our desires lurked in shadows. So still. Just waiting.

Oh, the wrong turns your hands took in all the right places.

Do you remember the fear and fantasy-filled embraces?

How our hands became tied like the most delicate of laces

woven between the secrecy that kept our heart beats racing?

The risk of losing it all just to feel a little

after loving too much with hearts so brittle.

Knew how much it would hurt them…

We could only dream of being perfect.

Ashamed that when I close my eyes,

it still feels worth it.

Echo.

Echo

Once upon a time, we declared it. And maybe… that’s all we needed.

It was loud. It might have even reached the clouds.

Those words left our lips and danced off walls and ceilings.

Reflecting “us” in that moment. The vibrations of our feelings…

Drifting through time and dropping through space.

And yes, from where we stood, the sound started to fade.

Same statement. But further away.

And now, though we can no longer hear it…

In a way, it’s still alive.

Just above our frequency. Ahead of our time.

But wherever it is now, it’s still true.

And maybe, one day we’ll catch up to it too… reunite with our own hearts singing…

I love you.

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Strip.

Peel me down to the basics.

Unhook my chains, ropes and laces.

Replace my decorations with dedication.

Interrupt my meditation with motivation.

Fold my fictions and cover them with facts.

Throw away the mask- still intact.

Blaze my costume and Conclude my act.

Wash away my extras, add-ons and bonus features. Let it all burn out like a high fever.

empty me of everything I don’t need… of that which is not me… then

Drag me home like a lost-and-found child

if you really do love me..

Please don’t leave me wild