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.

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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

Familiar.

She was okay when I couldn’t quite speak.

Couldn’t get my words and my thoughts to part. So she’d lay her head against my chest to hear the beat and read it like a chart. I guess you can say…

She knew me by heart.

And she was okay when the ice set in.

When I let my emotions be replaced with depression. When my need to sleep became an obsession. Everything I once loved, I viewed as less then. When I looked at what was gone instead of what I was left with…

She was okay. I guess, in a way..

it did not feel like she was leaving me. She didn’t know this version of me.. She could not read this loveless being. Didn’t know the darkness, the anger, or the sadness she was seeing…

Seeing a stranger made it easy for her to part. The space in my chest was now empty, and…

She only knew me by heart.