Distance

 There's something about distance.

It'll make them either forget you or miss you.

If it's the first, too bad.

If it's the latter, you're a lucky bastard. 

Everything

 I'm glad you exist. I wanted you to know that. I'm saying it to you because we know nothing about when life ends. What if I go before you? Or what if you go before me? What if you never know what you mean to me? So know this, you are everything ... to me.

Blow

 Kisses, eyelashes, wishes. 

Who knows

 "You know nothing", said the 50 year old to the 25 year old.

"No, YOU know nothing", said the 80 year old.

Space

 He is there in the space between my words. 

He's there in the gap between the lines. 

He's hidden in the length of a 'l' and the curve of an 'e'.

He's ink, emotion, paper and poetry. 

Thrive

 The aim is to grow, trail, hold on, enhance beauty, make a presence, be noticed, thrive, survive, shed, and begin again. 

Noise

 Did they stand by you on your moonless night, and the next day when your Sun didn't rise?

Did they hear your cries in your silence and the noise in your head?

Left

 I'm sorry, but when you tell me to stop, I need to tell you that - I can't. 

My insecurities play on my mind. I don't feel I'm adequate enough. I don't know if you really want this?

I want to hold onto us and believe in the truth of it, but I can't. I want to feel secure in your love, but I don't. 

I'm not sure why I take the path of self destruction. I'm not sure why I let my mind do this to me. 

But please know this, that anything I ever loved, left. No matter how deeply I adored it, it left. 

And I love you but I'm scared you'll leave too. 

Now

 We don't have forever but what we do have is now. 

Be here, be present.

Be alive and mindful.

What is love?

What is love? 

Is it a feeling? A warmth, a tenderness,  a togetherness? 

Is it respect, care and awareness? 

Is it knowing the other person's weaknesses and not using them against them?

Is it not deliberately hurting the other by doing some action that you know would disturb them?

Love.

Such a small, easy word. 

A four letter word. 

When it's gone, you know it, you feel it, you miss it. 

Love. 

"But I love you!" "I love him" "I love being with you" "I love everything about you".

So easy. So hard. 

Hard to admit.

Easily said. 

One-sided

 Can I tell you something, my Love? This is coming from my heart, and it pains me to say: There comes a point when things start to seem very real. What we were probably not seeing, or not trying to face, is now infront of us. The reality is not pleasant, and everything has a hindrance. Is that telling us that we cannot be? Is that our reality? Because I am looking to you now and I need your response. It seems as if you talk about everything except us. When my mind is racing, I need your calmness, and for to reassure me. I need to know you are still there. I cannot do us one-sided, because that is not fair. 

Mon cheri

 Make me some french toast or some crepes with berries, and feed me slowly, mon cheri. Let me savour each morsel, reminding me of how sweet life is. 

Bleed

 How many times have the words not come onto my tongue, but bled through my pen?

Reassurance

 That's all she needs, your reassurance. 

Afraid

 I've lost faith in love. Did I do that to myself? Or did another? 

Why have I become so afraid now of everything?

 

Absence

 When you aren't anything for anyone, you close your mouth,  silence yourself and see who will notice your absence.