Tell me

Attention, affection and appreciation. 

That's all. 

That's all I want from you. 

And if you can't do one or all three...

Just tell me. 

Him. Home

He was my 'home', the place I felt safe.

His arms were my walls. 

His eyes, windows. 

His hands, the door. 

His voice, the roof. 

His laughter, my happiness. 

His perfume, my air. 

How much he meant to me, he probably will never understand. 

The feeling of totally being safe with him. 

Here's to:

Here's to days that we wanted, but will never happen because something better is coming. 

Here's to the love that was a delusion, but has now cleared the way for something real.

Here's to unhappy moments that had to happen to show us what true happiness looks like.

Here's to heartache that taught us that life isn't fair but when it's time, it's absolutely, perfectly right. 

Mind Games.

When something ends, your mind plays terrible tricks on you. It reminds you of past conversations. It plays reels in your head of special moments. It makes you think about how perfect the moments were, but then harshly shows you the reality. It's unforgiving because it replays words. It makes your heart weaker which will ache in response. The mind will say 'remember this time?' and you'll fall the yearning  again and again. 

Be

All we want is for someone to be there and to know that we aren't standing alone. We want to be able to say what we really want to say. We want for someone to hold space for us. We don't want apathy, or someone being nonchalant. We want to be and to belong. We want to know we matter and that our presence means something. We're tired of loneliness, and being ignored. It's simply that all we want is to be loved.  

Things that have no soul

 There's no scientific explanation for the soul. 

There's no evidence that it exists.

So what have I patiently been waiting for? 

That you'll one day understand the deepest parts of me? 

Understand my soul? 

Let it go. 

Fly

 Still in my next life, 

I'll come back as a dandelion. 

I'll be the flower who flies. You'll pluck me and gently blow me into the air. 

You'll make a wish and I'll fly so high 

and land without a care. 

I'll look back at you and smile,

And you'll see me again

In the flower that learnt how to fly.

Taking your wish to the 

sky.

~E