Flores

The fragrance of my perfume

 wants to linger in your soul.

Reply

 He says 'Good morning'

And with that comes some quick words.

I shouldn't reply. 

Because with 'Good morning' there's always an end that'll come in the form of 'Goodnight'. 

And then I miss him, 

until his next 'Good morning' 

and I hold each word until his 'Good night'. 

Snow

 We'll sit here one day,

You and I.

And talk about the snow and the sky.

We will want to say so much but we won't.

Because all around us will be silence ...

Of the sky and snow.

Lost

 Love is to be lost in time. Stopped in a moment. Contained in a memory forever.

Valentine

 His hand holding mine, my step in time with his. 

He could take me anywhere

 and I'd happily go, 

as long as I'm with him.

Icarus

 Are we born with wings, 

Or do we earn them?

Do they sprout from within us

 because of our goodness? 

Do they gain strength from

 what we've been through? 

Or do they disintegrate like the wings of Icarus? 

Do they display our resilience? 

Are they so easily clipped

 because someone couldn't handle our light?

Read

Read into the mistreatment? 

As yes, I get it now. 

I didn't see the signs.

Intimacy

 That intimacy between us ...

I hope it remains forever.

It's there when you tell me

 what you like, what you want

 you see, and how you want me.

It's your words just for me. 

Special names, the name you

 have for me. 

Our world. Our intimacy. 

 

Deliberate

 You play games with my heart.

You actually enjoy doing it. 

I wish you wouldn't. 

Because, when you want me,

I'm there. I give you everything. 

Yet, you deliberately go about ignoring me, 

doing things that you know would hurt me. 

You aren't serious about me. 

I know the toxicity. 

I just need to break the chains, and break free. 

Quiet

 It's okay to have a quiet day.

 It's also okay to be lost inside your

 mind.

Some days you don't wish to talk to anyone. 

And some days are longer in time.

Some days you post a tonne, 

It doesn't mean you're there. 

Some days the silence is deafening.

But it's what you need for self-care. 

Blur

 The Sun is about to set. 

Another weekend ends.

Time drags unnecessarily. 

Days blend.

Imperfections

 Find the imperfect one. They'll match your imperfections. 

Both of you, like the out of whack jigsaw puzzle, 

will come to be together. 

It'll be perfect.