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Ode to a breaking heart

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It’s the sort of power that clips a bird’s wing and removes the air from their feathers ending their feeling of freedom

The sort of power that washes away memories and pain when your heart is breaking

The sort of power that compels and leaves you vulnerable

The sort of power that determines when you smile and decides just how long you cry

It’s the power of love

And sometimes the most dangerous thing is when the person with this power has no clue that they have it…

Go on and cry now…

Missing treasure

It’s a familiar feeling what you do to me,

I have felt this before-

Many times,

The lump in my throat, tears gathering behind my eyes

while I lie to the world and fake my smiles.

It’s almost a routine to me now.

After all the shimmer, at the end of the quest, it was only a fool’s gold.

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Pop’ in 2016!

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Pop that bottle open!

Drink to:

The friends and family you lost in 2015-we drink because their memory travels with us in the new year and beyond

The mistakes you made-we drink because we now know what NOT to do in the new year

The relationships that ended or changed-we drink because we now know some of our foes vs. friends for the new year

Cheers to!

A new year-you made it, God has spared you

New chances-who knows what will or can happen

New opportunities-take risks, live in those moments

New perspectives-whatever your thoughts are, they can’t be the same as they were before

Just in case I am too drunk to say it at midnight tonight…Happy new year!

 

 

Before the Sunset

Perfection can never be guaranteed

But I can affix a signature of my heart, made from all the edges of my being and the very oxygen I rely on to survive …

To devote every action and thought into a project aimed to fulfill your needs and guarantee your happiness

Before the sun sets,

Each day should be the closest thing to perfection

For my last chance at love

Love held on too tight

It’s a feeling like you have overdosed I think

Like you are all maxed out and have learnt to depend solely on one substance

I guess loving you is my heroine

I have suffocated you with it, not wanting to breathe on my own

I’d move sadness from your face once its in my power

Even if it isn’t I’d try anyway

Loving selfishly, as if I am the only one who exist in your world

But its because only you exist in mine

I’d rip the very heart from my chest and hand it to you if needed it

Sometimes I feel like somehow I already gave it to you

Time and distance play an integral role in my source of happiness

simply because if you are too far away and if it will take a long time before I see you then how can I be happy

I have based my hope, possibilities, love, happiness and reasons upon your decisions

so that’s if you decide to stay

or go

or leave

or love me

any at all

I think I’d lose love because I loved too much, too deeply

I’ve suffocated …

Now I should suffocate

or teach myself to live in a world without Love

without you

without air