As we go through all of the stages of love in our lives, slowly & sometimes unknowingly (in some cases - knowingly), we lose pieces of ourselves and of our hearts. // Then, one day, when we least expect it, someone comes along. Their heart & hands are full of all of the things we thought we lost. With them they carry all of the missing pieces - the beautiful ones, the ugly ones, the fragile ones & the broken ones. // Suddenly, all of those gaping holes & voids we thought would never be full again, they begin to fill & mend. This person that happened to you out of nowhere, they are special. It's as if they followed a trail of heart-crumbs that led directly to you. They are who was truly meant to love you. You were supposed to break, so they could make you whole again. // And yesterday may not have been that day, today may not be that day, & tomorrow may not be that day either, but there will come a day for us - the really broken ones living with half-hearts. A day when another half-heart meets ours, when we follow a trail of heart-crumbs & meet in the middle to form the most imperfect perfect heart together.
Hope at times offers first aid but
sometimes there are people who don’t want hope’s first aid,
While saying that despair offers more comfort,
pursuing one ray of sunlight trembling in the breeze,
coming from afar to get medicine.
Your sickness having grown deeper,
you already trust it will not work.
Hope’s totem pole is a cactus…
Even on that night when all the words from the dictionary flew away,
even at that moment like blue lightning,
after taking off shoes side-by-side, standing quietly by a chair,
again the word hope barely remained
but because of that word hope, all cannot be discarded.
The word hope prevents the completion of the world’s ruins.
Asking why not let the ruins continue
while beating our breasts -
rather because of that hope
times are fearfully lonely.
Hope’s totem pole is a cactus,
it’s a command to love so fully blood keeps pouring out.
Even though it wants to quit, to run away,
sunlight pointlessly shares itself, what a waste,
like blood spreading in water…
hope and I,
hope is a life sentence,
hope is lonely. .
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One day I won't expect that phone call that will never come
One day I won't crave for your warm hugs and forehead kisses
One day I'll stop comparing you to anyone who's trying to win me
One day I'll stop thinking about those little things that you do
One day I'll stop humming our favorite song
One day I'll stop missing what we had
I'll stop missing you, us.
Don't worry, my love
I'm getting there
Day by day it's getting blurry
One day, I'll get over you,
Too weak in your bones,
Oh that blood
Have you not let it flow
In a while?
It looks like
It has been ages,
Ages that you've felt alive,
Will come someone
To life you up
To the right kind of high
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Your heart never gives up on you, so don’t give up on her - believe in the power of your own strength, you are capable of so much more than you may think 🌻
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