Elly Grey

The fragrance of my perfume  wants to linger in your soul.

 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'. 

 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.

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

 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.

 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 into the mistreatment?  As yes, I get it now.  I didn't see the signs.

 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.   

 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. 

 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. 

 The Sun is about to set.  Another weekend ends. Time drags unnecessarily.  Days blend.

 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.