Eyes closed Arms open wide He stands behind As I fall into oblivion "Trust me." he said and I did.
Relationships have been replaced with “talking”. Which consist of pointlessly texting and a random phone call here and there. People text or “talk” merely to fill a void when they get bored. Commitment is a rare thing to find. Date nights really don’t exist much anymore. Chivalry is pretty much a thing of the past. There’s no more opening the car’s door for her or going to the front door to pick her up for a date. Today’s society cheating has been accepted way more than it should be and people classify it as a mistake. Since it is accepted more people continue to go back to the same person that has cheated on them repeatedly. (Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results) Feelings don’t really matter anymore and it’s became a hurt someone before you get hurt kind of world. Cheating or crossing the line has become way too easy with social media. People don’t put in the effort that it takes to keep a relationship healthy or work. When things get tough people give up. Relationships have lost its value over the years and they aren’t how they are supposed to be anymore. To the girls that say there aren’t any good guys left in the world, maybe you should reevaluate the kind of guys you pursue. To the guys that can’t find a good girl, I can guarantee that you aren’t looking in the right places.
They say the hardest thing is letting go of someone you love. You can’t go back in time, you can’t change a thing; so, you decide to move on but sometimes it stings really hard.
You know, I wonder about your day, if you are having a good day or a bad day. I wonder if you have come across anything that amuses you. I think about the things I could tell you about my day. It has been a dreary day. Actually, the past three months have been a difficult ones for me. Negativity and sadness have dominated my thinking. Today, in particular, has brought back a sense of hopelessness; I feel like I’m left behind like shells on a seashore, after the sea recedes.
I miss you, and I hope you are missing me too. You see, I don’t seem to be able to escape the thought of you: the books I read, the films I watch, all appear to conspire to remind me of you in one way or another. Sometimes, there are hours in the day when I just repeat your name and I don’t even know why.
I am a prisoner in my own mind, subject to my own atypical neurological conditioning, but you set me free when we were together in person. I am clean, I am pure, I am free when I’m with you, and I wouldn’t want to change that for anyone or anything this decrepit world holds for me.
You are the diamond in the rough, and I the prospector, working my fingers to the bone to find you, dirtied and weak, you bring respite to my weary mind.
I hope you can see that I mean everything I say. I’ll be there for you, through thick and thin, no trial or tribulation too difficult, too torturous to endure to feel you in my arms once more. To unlove you is beyond comprehension, such a thing is not to be mentioned.
If my words don’t give you comfort, then I hope space and time will. Till then, I will wait I for you like the boy that waits for his lost father to come home, and I know you’ll be back sooner than I think, but each waking minute away from you is an eternity.
Intimacy isn’t just about sex or physical contact
Intimacy is when you don’t need hands to touch somebody
Intimacy is about being vulnerable, not wearing a mask
Feeling safe as you strip your soul layers by layers
As you stand naked, showing him your true self, even the darkest parts
or the parts you hate the most about yourself
But despite that he will still look at you as
you are something authentic, unordinary and special
Love – the word that we use to describe what
A poor semblance
Yet all we have to illustrate the
Color more so
There are the
(some wish for it)
They are afraid of the possibilities
(a drab world this would be)
(I have a feeling it would never know the likes of you)
(One like you could never exist in such a world)
Of black and white
(Glad I am that such a world is not)
A spectrum full
And you are one
I am caught like the moth
Flying ever so close to the flame
And I –
I am in your
Love does not convey my
Emotive self – how my heart beats faster
What I feel
All perspective is gone
As if there is a time that exists all on its
And I am glad that you have this power over
(to make me feel)
Take me where you will
I am ready
I am anxious
It cannot be love
unless it hurts
that’s what love is
that is what love
is supposed to do..move you
make you feel every drop of sadness
and every bit of hope
I think expectations kill a lot of relationships, love shouldn’t come with a check list. Too
often people compare what they have to movies and their friends’ relationships. Taking
silly advice like, if he doesn’t hold your hair back when you throw up it’s not real or if
she doesn’t call you when she’s drunk out with her friends than it isn’t real. But love is
spontaneous, love is madness. You argue viciously but at the end of the day you don’t
want to see anyone else’s face but theirs. It’s not about waiting for your prince charming,
but going out to find your own happy ending. It’s not about the material things you could
bring to her. It’s something that just feels right something that isn’t forced. You could
have a complete checklist and still feel like somethings not right. It’s not supposed to be
perfect to everyone else, it’s supposed to be right just for you. If you should find yourself
unhappy then be fair to let one another know to save yourselves some time to recover,
give each other that closure too. Don’t settle for any less than you deserve, throw away