Unravel you

8 years with you.

Shifted dynamics.

Change is the only constant & inevitable.

Happy ❤️ day to my Buntoo.

Love akin to fairy dust, to sunflowers, to the sound of rain, to cosy cold mornings, to listening to your favourite song, to sipping a cup of hot cocoa, to the gush of waterfalls, to ascending higher plains, to dancing in the rain, to…you, te amo; love that she cannot explain, love that formed similarity rather than dissimilarity.

Love that heals, and confuses.

Love that supports yet attacks.

Love that is kind yet impatient.

Love that creates pain through expression.

Love that is explosive yet grounding.

Conflict

Repair

Conflict

Repair

Conflict

Repair

Sometimes, being in the moment, is all we have, all we can experience and all we should experience.

But sometimes, being in the moment, might not always be enough…

Sometimes, Mr In-The-Moment, thinking outside moments could help prevent complex circumstances that one may not be able to remove themselves from, if these circumstances were to occur.

But then, how can I let go, of my Mr In the Moment?

What if all we have, is a lifetime of moments?

What if…all we have is, borrowed time?

And then…it all disappears into infinite space, for it never to be found. All these moments…then become illusory? Become a thing of the past? Become apart of time & space? May not even exist?

Yours Truly,

Eyes wide open.

In anticipation.

Silence.

Sadness.

Eyes shut.

“How did I get here?”

A changed gaze,

glints of desire.

Faint attraction,

surging high, never low.

Conversation galore,

love grows.

Beyond morality,

love exists.

Warm hearts,

feverish passion.

Love in the unknown,

a love story,

Never a choice, always an option.

Convenience over priority.

A secret that is selective.

A home without a house.

A place where I do not belong

Yet, remain fixed, hoping for a different outcome.

A fool’s wish? Maybe so, love conquers all they say.

Never a choice, always an option.

How long for?

Till my heart shrivels, my tears no longer flow, and love paints darkness into my life: Hurt, anguish, rejection and abandonment.

Pain for the pain caused by my actions.

Pain for the scars etched by rage.

Pain for the healing that you need to journey through.

Pain for you.

Pain for being misunderstood and not understanding you.

Pain for your struggle to rediscover yourself.

Pain for your newfound strength.

It’s a day of sparkles, glitter and feeling it all.

A day of restless hours, thinking, imagining, yearning.

A day to be buoyant, because of you.

A day to reflect, accept and grapple with the threads of reality that hang loose.

Love that is non-linear.

Love that is jagged.

Love that is not one, but two.

Love that is sometimes restrained

Love that is free for you, one, two.

Love that grows

Love that sways

Love that shifts

Love that weeps

Love that breaks

Love that rekindles

Love that sparks

Love that gasps

Love for you, Un et Deux

Stays.

Love for you, Un et Deux,

Shelters.

Love is magic that we can sometimes control,

Love for you, Un et Deux

Nestled comfortably in his heart, but not in his life.

May she remain there, for as long as she can.

Some days, she accepts and on other days she resists. She accepts that she cannot be in his life, as who she is meant to be. On other days, pain engulfs her and she wishes to leave, wishes to be someone else, wishes to transition back to friend and nothing more.

“Take me, love me, embrace me, love me more, hold me.”

Can she be your most precious secret?

Memories that make the hair on her skin rise, in a good way. In a way that is warm, joyous, exciting and happy. Yet, it’s more than positive emotions, it’s more than just being in love. Its ethereal. It’s an unspoken connection, the best kind, that transcends words and language. A connection shared through gaze and blinks, through knowing smiles, and the swift caress of fingers.

“I miss you. It’s harder at dusk, it’s doubly harder when the stars fill the cloudy sky.”

The heart remains afraid, of the unknown. The unknown being, fierce love, without legitimacy, without a home.

The heart weeps, a love that is forbidden, only known to the keeper of secrets.

The heart yearns, for your love, one that is without limitations or boundaries.

The heart breaks, as it accepts that this love, like waves in the ocean, is not forever.

A fog settles between now and then

Where does now begin and then end?

A fog separates you and I

Murky and unforgiving

A fog descends in our minds & hearts

crushing whispers of hope

A fog decimates what we created

Inner voice, reveal yourself.

For your confidence besets me

Beheld by your power

I know not your origin

Your rise to control

Your failure to resign

Your taunts

stifle my soul

shackle my spirit

No more, my VOICE bellows

No more shall you win!

For I will rise,

to see you fall

to see you relinquish your power over all

Hope is like a broken mirror, you see cracks, yet there’s a compulsion to mend what’s cracked.

Doesn’t hope work the same way? Hope is nothing but the compulsion to persevere despite the cracks.

Why do I feel this way?

I hope you stay.

If you want to fly away,

stay astray.

But I hope you stay,

for my tears will fray.

If you run away,

I will remain a stray.

Come what may,