7

you’re going to break my heart, aren’t you?

 

 

the thing about love is that it can hurt.  you don’t want it to, you hope it doesn’t, but it will.

when two people connect and realize that they may be able to feed off each other beyond just understanding, you may realize that it’s something special.

holding onto it isn’t easy.  losing what you’re comfortable with and used to isn’t easy.

making a choice to jump on a leap of faith isn’t easy.

… realizing that you have let go of something thats incredibly rare is what will hurt the most.

untitled

on a dreary day. Overcast and cold to touch
That’s where I found the core of a soft spot
delicate to motion.
Scared to keep sensitive

This cool air made me nervous to change
Anxious to operate
Question my movement
Plans seem inaccurate.  Worrisome to ponder
Weakened.

I need to remember my strength.  Let go of what makes me feel powerless.
Know what I can do and the energy I hold.
Love my surroundings, the people that belong.
Make sacrifice.

There is a solid ground to hold me.
Cannot let go. Will not let go.
Can’t feel weak.  Distraught. Pained.
Can’t be questioned further.

Love me or leave.

6

captured in my moments with you

i’ve never felt so consumed

and when you press your heart against me

mine beats harder trying to let you know how i feel

 

and when the morning comes

my thoughts bloom in memory of you

i’m always wanting more…

more eye contact

more touch

to feel

more love

 

this heart is lost in an emotion

it’s something only you can bring

 

 

my color

there is a color that bleeds from me.

changes with the mood.

gives me all the feel that i need

like magic.  i’ll breathe everything in.  love everything and nothing that surrounds it.

the purples the blues the greens dry raw and wait for me.  a painful loving sight to see.

it reveals everything.

as i sit, i

am lost

in

the

impression

of you.

4

centered between a vulnerable and guarded space

i’m not afraid to show my face

and if you choose to join me for a day,

an afternoon,

an evening of your time…

i’ll take that risk to bleed.

 

in my space i feel warm.  delicate.

walking through this tiny forbidden space,

the vulnerable scratches the surface,

a long process of heart break.

 

i can’t tell the future.  and i don’t want to.

i’m open.