in the realm
of tender whispers
where silence finds its voice
a dance of you and I
an intimate love song
that replays within our touch
your lips like brushstrokes
upon my delicate canvas
painting hues of desire’s bloom
each touch a stanza of longing
an ode to love’s sweet essence
for in this verse of stolen moments
where time itself doesn’t exist
a kiss becomes a timeless poem
etched in the depths of you and I
I’ve always believed
that on the other side of me
on the other side of this
there has always existed you
it was in those quiet moments
when all I could hear
was the tick-tock of the clock
I could feel the darkness of the night
lying quietly upon my skin
and in these moments
here with you
I feel so infinite
every layer of myself
begins to unravel
naked before you
wearing only my scars
and I am finally seen
finally free
you and I are just
time in a bottle
slowly slipping through
a brief moment
of this boundless space
until we are only
beautiful grains of sand
quietly settled
into the universe
intertwined
of flesh and bone
where we are timelessly
etched together
for all of eternity
long after our bones
have become stardust
and our souls
have become the wind
dancing together
beyond the infinite
it’s you that will always be
the melody
to my favorite song
inside the element
of your existence
I saw everything
in one single moment
that you once were
and
somewhere in between
the space of you and I
is the capacity
of every heartbeat
that my body has held
for you
and even through
this entire universe
this vast space
of our existence
I found you
and I know now
that I was always
meant to love you
within this lifetime
she sits alone on the steps
of her broken home
waiting
and wondering
as if time just stopped
with each car that passed
hopes would rise
and quickly fall again
she lost count of the hours
that went by
and fragments
of that little girl
are still sitting on those steps
waiting
and wondering
sometimes
she can still hear
the cars passing by
and the emptiness that follows
but she knows
that he isn’t coming
he was never coming
I close my eyes and smile
as I feel the strumming
of the music
flowing across my skin
remembering the time we danced
your lips making promises
for your body to keep
time slows
and my hips sway
in rhythm with your own
and I know
in this perfect moment
I’ll never feel
the harmony of this melody
quite like this
again
I know we all have those days when we stand in front of the mirror and wonder who we are exactly. Who am I? When did we let so many things in our life and especially society determine how we see ourselves? Why is it important what others think of us and not what we think of ourselves? We hold up different masks to see which we want to wear and push all the others to the side for another day.
When will we look in the mirror and say enough? I am beautiful beyond my skin, I am worthy. I don’t need to let my past define who I am right here and now. I can let go of all that’s happened to me. I can move on from a broken home, abusive relationships, drugs, alcohol, doubt, and self-destruction. I can let go and move on, it is possible.
I know at the end of the day when we’re standing in front of the mirror, no masks, no makeup. Just raw flesh and bones, we truly are the same. We are made up of the same matter and bleed the same color. We’re more alike than we all may realize. We often close our eyes so we don’t have to see all the flaws within, but we are missing the most beautiful thing to look at OURSELVES. We’re all in this one life TOGETHER, why not love one another along the way?
So, the next time you look in the mirror, I hope you realize that your flaws are just misunderstood beautiful pieces of yourself. You are beautiful just as you are. You are worthy. You are exactly where you are meant to be at this exact moment in time. Trust that.
Happy Sunday to you all. Should you ever need some extra encouragement and love, you know where I am
every time I look into your eyes
I see every moment
of you and I trapped inside
and when I kiss you
I know that I am unafraid
of how your darkness tastes
The Creative Chic 