THOUGHTS: I WILL FOREVER STAY WITH YOU

You’re important to me. I think if there’s anything that will last forever, it’s that. Whether we separate, stay in touch or rarely speak again, you will always be that little someone I really do care for, that I would sacrifice everything for to protect and keep safe

Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.Maybe our love won’t be like the movies. Maybe there won’t be a grand ending, an airport run, a long embrace where the I love you’s come pouring out as fast as the laughs and tears. Maybe it’ll be as simple as breakfast on a weekday. You’ll be drinking coffee, I’ll be eating cereal; I’ll look at you, you’ll look at me, and we’ll just know

Stolen moments were the most treasured realm in romantic pursuit. A moment to where everything was silent and undisturbed. For anything that has moments, time stopped and froze. Moments were the tiny skips of your heart, distinct, rhetorical and undisputed. We cannot control these moments because they eclipsed and momentarily fleeting, akin to a bubble in the still air; unnoticeable. But if you captured moments, freely in motion, it was like you became eternal

At this very moment, time captures us. It feels forever because there are pebbles of memories form in secret. Memories become sentiments. Sentiments reside in your senses. Like how a smell could open a past memory; a taste of food to remember a moment with someone. See? Everything has moments. You just have to be keen on recalling what keeps it worth

I hold your hand to my cheek and feel the warmth once absent make my skin alive again. I press my lips into your palm, imprinting my soul against your lifeline, inhaling the comfort of your touch. I hold your gaze and fall back into familiar pools, a look of love quietly shared, slowly rekindled. When your hand touches mine, it is all I need to know that you are mine and you are here and you are holding me, touching me, hearing the whispers of this heart that waited for yours. I trace the path of your fingertips, my fire mirroring yours. The rest of the coffee shop fades as I lose myself in your touch, your now. Your lips are my passion, your hands are my peace, and you’re home, I’m home — we’re home

And maybe you wanted to go easy on her, you wanted to start slowly, to approach with finesse, and yes, you took control of your howling, throbbing hunger, thirst and desire. But then her glance met your glance, eye to eye, and her scent, her warmth, her wet kissing affirmation gave way to your needs and cravings in pristine affections. So you kissed and clenched in passionate determination, grabbed her hair, bit her neck, soaked up her heat in a fiery relentless embrace, and pulled her away, closer to you, deeper into a world solely ruled by passion, commanded by lust, and with every move and breath she accepted the inevitability reign of your hands and strength and overwhelming manliness, while she felt in her ultimate defeat and surrender as secure and home as never before. She became yours, and in claiming her you became hers as well, lust-laden clearly and in a love beyond time and space forged to last forever.

You know, we are not perfect.
But then again, who really is?
We cant blame ourself on the mistakes we make when we are living. We are really just experiencing life. You live and you learn. There are times where i feel like giving up.
There are times where i feel worthless.
Or times where im insecure about myself.
But once i got older i found out that i’m not the only one facing these problems. I know how much i’m worth. But i wish that i knew that last year.
I know that i deserve more than the way i get treated time on time.
That everytime i show that i care about somebody they use my kindness for weakness. I know and i notice.
And when people keep treating you poorly you become heartless and stop putting your trust in anything or anybody. I know for a fact that i deserve more than keep being hurt while im putting my trust in people. I am not perfect but i know my selfworth. Stop acting like i’m not the one that would be at your doorstep at 5am when you are crying yourself to sleep with red bloodshot eyes from the alcohol. Stop treating me like i am a stranger when i only want the best for you. But who am i fooling. We all know that people leave and that friendships fade away and that you can only depend on yourself at the end of the day. But how nice would it be if people stayed with you thru the good and the bad? That understands you when you make bad decisions. Because even when you marry you promise all those things, all those fantasies that you end up breaking. How could you promise somebody to love them forever when love is just an feeling? A feeling that you could lose when you wake up the next morning.
We are not perfect, but we deserve it.
We been thru too much, we experienced every emotion and every feeling.
And sometimes we are lonely. Sometimes it feels like nobody understands me and that i need to distance myself from people to understand myself a little more. Just to sit back and reflect on everything that happend the past months and how i can carry any further. I know that i am fighting myself sometimes, change is strange but we need to accept it.
We are not perfect, but we are care-taking.
Who wants to be perfect anyway?
Why would you want to live by the rules and do the same thing every day?
I surely am not perfect, but i know that i am strong. I know that i won’t settle for less.
And so should you, the one that feels like their not worth it while you really are. You are so important. You deserve everything you want and you will achieve it. Everybody faces struggles along the way but you sure as hell will reach your destination. Some will take a couple of months to reach it and some take a couple of years. Work on yourself every day and put a lot of love into yourself and see how quick you will start to appreciate yourself more.
We are not perfect, but we are worth it




It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
how the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
how the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
or toes. How soles of feet know
where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
of ordinary things, how clothes
wait respectfully in closets
and soap dries quietly in the dish,
and towels drink the wet
from the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?


I say ‘I love you’
to you
too frequently,
because I know that someday
I won’t be able to,
and so before that day,
I want to be able
to say
a lifetime’s worth,
so that you’ll know
that you’re worthy
forever


I want to taste your breath,
as you whisper my name
on the tip of my tongue,
your words caressing it,
making it swell in way that tells you
that
I long for you.


I want to feel
the touch of your fingers
leaving scars down my back,
follicles of your being
meshing with me,
that’ll stay there
for days,
for weeks,
for months,
for years,
so that I’ll always carry
something of you
with me
for eternity.


I want to kiss you,
purple bruises and all,
the image of your arms around me
burned into my mind,
making my face become rosy
when you move
the slightest bit.


Run your hands
through the strands of my hair
and keep me sane
by driving me insane
with
anticipation
and
hesitation.


Love me the way
that I
want to love you,
and stay mine darling
and I’ll forever stay yours