just a girl who's starting over~ piece by sky-filled piece β¨
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Resilient, this thing
pushing up & through
the pavement crack,
much bigger than we ever knew;
bending & swaying
In the wind,
none too gracefully
or gently
she's pulled back, askew;
it's things like these
that transmit hope,
against all odds~
don't show her
if it can't stay.
And,
just like that,
her soul,
exposed and bare,
descends
like a delicate leaf, trembling;
discarded,
uncaught~
no longer seen
or loved.
π―π―π―
Real love doesn't shout.
It never needs the room's attention. It slips in quietly & lives in your bones.Your body knows before your mind does.
He enters & your shoulders drop, jaw releases, breath settles. Safety registers in your nervous system faster than words can form.
That alone is rare.
His hand finds yours like it's always known the route. The weight feels like the missing piece finally home. Silence between you is thick with understanding .
He glances over when you're not looking -not to impress, just soft disbelief that you're real & you stayed That look says everything a compliment never could. The touches are automatic His knee against yours under the table, palm at the small of your back through a doorway, fingers brushing hair from your face.
No performance.
Just reflex.
Just home.
This is what so many of us quietly want not fireworks that fade, not public trophies, not endless auditions.
A man - a partner who turns grocery runs at 9 p.m. into warmth, brushing teeth side-by-side into intimacy And
Sunday laundry into something that matters more than any vacation shot.
He makes you feel seen without begging for your spotlight, safe without ever saying the word, held in the places arms can't reachβ¦. inside your ribs, behind your eyes in the parts of you that usually stay tense. That love doesn't thin with time but it deepens.
The rest-flowers,material things even loud declaration are just decoration. This Love is the foundation most people are really listening for when everything else gets quiet.
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Her heart:
return to sender,
still better
than being irreverently held
by hands unwilling
to care for
her soul
that only longs
to be not only found...
but cherished and kept. β¨
Being held and kept,
left to spin and twist
in your web,
then abruptly released
when she no longer fit;
the tears may slow
and subside,
the sound of your retreating
footsteps eventually fade~
but her cracked heart
will never stop feeling
the impact of this fall.
You wanted
what you wanted~
to have your cake
& eat it too;
when you claimed
to see soul connection,
she lapped it up,
didn't see clear through
your charade
although all the signs
were there~
you wanted
what you wanted,
in the process
discarding a heart
that truly cared.
She's not deterred
by long shadows
cast by deepest shade,
being tangled in tall weeds,
getting a little
dirt on her hands~
if it means
growing with you,
come what may;
whether in abundance
or harvests lean,
she's your sunlight:
here to shine
& share the load.
#loveletters
Each day,
the inevitability
of darkness descending,
curling around her heart,
gripping it like a vise;
the way you disappear
only reminding her
she might very well
be waiting on
nothing.
The unexpected gift
of a deeper dive,
a chance to understand
what the heart knew
but needed time & space
to fully comprehend:
this precious love,
not meant to disappear~
accept its supposed fate~
stay gone when pushed away;
when holding on
feels like breathing
...just inhale.
'forget me,' she said,
her heart cracked clear through
when what she meant
was she doesn't know how
to live without you~
but seeing you turned,
even partially,
toward another sun
is making her feel
she's got just one option:
Run.
But only the Universe can say
when done is Done.
A moment of silence
for the woman she used to be
and gratitude to that version
for leading her to you~
but today is for
new, better beginnings,
growing firmer, deeper roots,
for never forgetting
the storm it took
to earn this fresh look
at soul-fed love.
She knows she's not easy
(whatever that means),
her heart often
aches then stumbles
then bleeds
all over herself and you,
the tiles on the floor~
but even when it feels
like she's holding
onto nothing,
she'll offer you still more
of her love~
for it's always
only been yours.
Her mettle,
the inner strength
that's been forged
by countless strife,
has never been tested
more recklessly
& relentlessly
than this;
while proud
of the power
she knows
she carries within,
she longs
to fall back
~endlessly~
into the safety
of your embrace.
#inkmine
She said she had
no expectations
{pure bravado, all lies}
for she knows
she's just one thin line away
from being forced to utter
a soul crushing
good bye.
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The urgency,
buried soul deep,
to know you
as you are now,
intimately:
by sight & touch, every contour
& line~
to savour the taste
& vibration
of your smile~
to be anointed
with the scent of our love~
to hold you
with more than words;
because this time
is fleeting, finite, ours.
Scars fade, eventually,
often disappear completely~
maybe leaving behind
a razor thin, translucent line~
so, why does the vicious pain
that caused them
only continue to flare?
& why is she still,
after all this time,
finding herself
crumpled & broken
on the floor?
#vssmagic
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How fortunate it is
to have met someone
you can't live without~
but how extraordinary it is
when
...you don't have to. β¨
She pours
everything she has
into a cup that's yours alone~
and she'd do it all again
if it meant,
even for just one moment,
she'd be blessed
by the shape
of your smile.
#vssmagic