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…
It’s because I love me enough for the both of us why nothing you do can break my joy.
It’s a familiar feeling what you do to me,
I have felt this before-
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.
Pop that bottle open!
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
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!
For you, I wish happiness would rain like rain drops
Pitter, patter on your days.
For you I wish you will find joy in each hour of your life
Happydrops I wish for you.
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
Glimpsing strange faces but not looking deep enough to read their stories
Letting life pass by
Because I am too busy thinking about you
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 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
I’d rather have empty
If empty means you
because you complete me
So I am ok with empty