Thinking of him

I have decided that if I'm  thinking about him, 

I'll let him know.

I don't even care if it's a thousand times in my day 

I'll tell him each time. 

He already knows how special he is to me

This will remind him of it more. 

Precious Wisdom

 Remember my friend, of how precious you are. 

Your heart is huge. You hold so much love and respect for everyone you meet. 

You intentions are pure. You give wholeheartedly without expecting anything in return. 

Your presence lights up the room. 

So I'm not going to listen to you when you say, maybe it's you. 

No. Never. It's never you. 

It's they who aren't enough. Insecure, emotionally detached people - they aren't worthy of you. 

And why should you settle for less? 

Never. Ever. Settle. 

You deserve so so much better and more. 

You deserve hugs everyday, kisses and adoration. 

You deserve to be Number One in life. 

Go out and grab that happiness. Create it. Find it. 

Don't waste a single moment.

Time is precious and you are even more than that. 

Roses

 It's his fragrance that takes my breath away. Like the freshness of the ocean breeze, the dew on grass at night, the rain on earth after falling. 

And when I asked him what aroma was mine, he placed his finger upon my lips and said,

 "Mine, and roses".

Heart pains, pen bleeds

 "Do you think he reads what you write?"

"No. He has no time for romance".

"Then why write for him?"

"Because my heart pains and my pen bleeds"

In my head

 My whole life, my world, lives in my head.

Dreams, imaginations and pretendings.

Where would I be without them?

It's where you live.

He did

 It cannot be just I who questions of how a person can change overnight.

How can someone so attached and connected say so easily that there was nothing ever there?

How can feelings that were mutual and consensual, now be painted to be one sided?

How can he deny that pains, passions and laughter once shared, mean nothing to him?

I refuse to be painted as a Temptress.

I do not believe for a moment that he did not feel.

He did. He did. He did.

We did.

This is you

 Whether it be a phrase read, a conversation or words in a poem, the reality brings us to our knees.

It tells us to look for the real.

Saying: 

"This is you. This is the reality, this is now'.