let my poetry be my legacy every deliberate stroke of my thoughts finally unmasked for all to see the flow of my words red ink stained how they bleed slowly dripping down the pages of my beautiful mind lingering in the layers of my soul leaving just a part of myself to the world
Love comes in many ways, many forms and on many levels. To love and be loved in return is the greatest blessing, no matter what form. As long as it’s real.
Once you start peeling back the layers you really start to see your truth, your worth and your strength. With layers comes balance. In order to love and accept others, you must learn to love yourself first.
I know that’s easier said than done, but if you can get past the surface, you’ll find it.
there is this place deep inside of my soul where your words make me feel so alive where your kiss still lingers even after you leave and your whispers softly echo long into my very darkness where your silence speaks so loudly it’s a place where you will always be a part of me
It’s been some time now, and the void is still there. The loss of you is still so raw. The broken pieces were left for us to somehow put back together. They don’t quite fit the way they use to. Nothing is as it use to be, nothing.
Wherever, you are, know I miss you. I wish you didn’t have to leave. I wish for so many things to be different.
I wish … but, even those won’t come true.
* If you are struggling and have suicidal thoughts please reach out for help. You’re not alone*
the words fall one by one from your lips still drunk from the lust of the night feeling the darkness as we lay in silence the sound of the clock fills our being tick tock every second falling further our dreams we whispered to the universe sharing the secrets that we hide from others until the sun wakes up the rest of the world between the sighs the inhales and exhales we always find our way back to each other
his fingers gently dance across my heart stroking all the chords that make up my entirety for he has fallen in love with ALL of me the brokenness of a past I regret the scars that I can’t hide and the beauty that I strive to show each day he loves the whole of my being because when all pieced delicately together it’s beautiful to him perfectly imperfect I am