Être Fleur Bleue...

What if I want to fight for this?

You know how rare, how real this is

And everybody can see it

And I know you can feel it.

What if I want to ride for this?

You know how chill, how light this is

And we’re not even trying

This is just what our vibe is.

Really,

Would it be so bad?

Holding on to what we have?

What is it that makes you the happiest?

Makes you feel grounded ?

Strongest ?

Cherished?

It’s your family.

Makes you feel special

So loved. So normal,

Want you to be greater than

Family.

Pray FOR your success

Your joy, wealth, fame,

As you are the same,

Sharing bloodline,

Share in name

Family.

Just full and filling

Plush and warm

Like a cartoon.

—-

Steven, Baymax

Woodie , Buzz

Mirabel

Kim, Bubbles

Ana, Olaf

Rapunzel

That discomfort you have felt

Those feelings you’ve invalidated

That is me

I am in your thoughts

Your inclinations

Your desire for freedom

Your wanting to see

To explore and to be

All your peculiarities,

Me.

-- Flower Bleue

Let there be,

In your hands

In your heart

Shinning through the day

Shinning through the night

Light.

Darkness cannot overcome

Try it may

Try it hard

Light

Shines through many,

Shines through some

Always here,

Never gone

Light

Lamp to feet

Guide to path

Giving peace

Through the storm

You are so powerful

You are a vixen

You are a sparkle in my soul.

E-bet,

You make me effervescent

You make me better

You are a strengthener of my heart.

E-bet,

You are my sister

Mischievous mister

You are a wonder to behold,

E-bet.

You are like medicine

You are like healing

You are like magic

To my soul

Daniel,

You are my blessing

You are my cheat code

You are a comfort

To my heart

Daniel.

Love is like food...

Nourishing

Flavourful

Sustaining

Delicious

Addictive

And when consumed wrong

Detrimental.

It’s is all you need

It is what you want

Food

love

food

Love

I hope you’re happy to do it

Forever

That you want to do it

When it’s hard

That we just keep going

Together

That we make it through

Still in love

And so we’re here again

The silence lingering

The coldness settling in

I’ve said mine,

You’ve said yours

And I’ve said mine again

So it’s your turn

Tell them to me,

All that I did

I promise, I will listen

Yes, it’s your turn

I’m more concerned about your hurt,

Right now,

Much more than how I am feeling

And cause it’s your turn

My better part,

Tell them to me gently

And with your heart

And let’s agree on how to fix them

Then, restart.

It’s rude, but it’s true.

Leaves you feeling

Slightly offended, very amused.

Reasonably teased yet, not abused

Thoroughly dumbstruck like - how dare you?

It’s the disrespect

Tempered by the audacity

To know you so well

As to insult you so accurately

It’s playful, it’s cheeky

It’s

benevolent

despicable

intimacy.

With a lot of warmth

With a lot of sure

With a lot of more

With a lot of love

With the essence of

You enrich my soul

You’ve hurt me so

Yet I miss you more

My heart is broke

My brain is sore

Head hung low

Shoulders on the floor

Still,

I long to see your face…

One FaceTime more?

How much should we forgive each other?

How much should we?

How much is the right amount to forgive?

Is it one or three thousand times three?

How much should we depend on each other?

How much should we?

How much is the right amount to depend?

Is it a little on or in everything?

-

What is the formula for forever?

You met each other because of her,

Befriended each other

Got to know each other because of her,

Cared for each other

Saw each other though her eyes of love,

Then decided together

The middle woman was unnecessary,

You needn’t need her

You chose each other in spite of her,

Transgressed together

And now,

You comfort each other

In your loss of her,

As you grieve together.