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To You, 

I don’t think you know what it means to me when you drop these little compliments like they’re these simple facts of the day. 

"Oh this cafe has the best blueberry muffins and by the way your hair looks lovely today." 

 There are times when I don’t get out of bed just from the fear of having to face looking myself in the mirror. 

 Days where I could love the devil more than I’d ever let me love myself.

 They say you lose yourself in love, but I think what you’ve done is help me find myself. 

 Thank you. 

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those who try never fail if you fear the waves you can never sail

those who try never fail

when a tiny ant carries a big grain it slips and falls again and again thoughts fuel it to not give up to fall and climb and climb and fall is not enough to make it stop  

her hard work will avail those who try never fail

pearl divers delve into the sea only to come back empty handedly unable to find pearls in the deepest parts he dives and dives again as his will persists and doesn’t always return with empty fists

his hard work will avail those who try never fail

defeat is a challenge we must accept and fill in the gaps we had first left it’ll eat away your sleep and sound but don’t run from the battle ground without handwork you cannot avail

To you,

Let the winds of destiny be gentle Let it rock you like a lullaby During the nights you search for sleep

Let the winds soar through you Feel it in your pumping heart This is where you were meant to be

Let the calmness become your steady pulse. Just listen. For the wind carries the stories of all those before you

Let her howl in to the night Let her rumble across the sea Let her lead Thunder in your direction -

She only wishes to carry you to where you belong.

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I hope lips aren’t like fingerprints, It won’t feel like a kiss unless its the way your lips did it. Or maybe that’s just my excuse… for getting to never move on from what we were

I let you go, because I keep thinking that it’s just a matter of time before you’ll find your way back. Funny thing is that the one thing I’ve always known is that nobody ever does really come back. 

They had warned me. They had told me not to make homes out of people. Why couldn’t I listen? Now I’ll pack my things and say goodbye to the space between your cardiac muscles… but what do I even pack? 

Things to pack: 

1. Your breath mere inches away from my skin 

2. Your skin sliding across mine

3. My heart pounding inside your ribcage 

4. Your ribcage and the belt just below it

5. Your belt hanging in my closet

6. My closet filled with everything you’ve touched

"love" is a verb that is used in the continuous present tense. It is about today, this moment, this exact heart beat. It is about being definite and sure and something so tangible that you need no faith to believe that it is happening. You might get the past wrong, and you may be dubious about the future, but the present is unravelling right before your eyes - there is no room for lies. 

The present is fleeting, it becomes the past before the next moment even begins. But the continuous present, which is what “love” is, merges the past with the future, letting it always jump to the next moment before the first fades away, it can be said to be infinite. To love is to continue to do so. It is an energy. It cannot be created nor destroyed, it can only change from one form to another.  

If this is a promise you cannot make me

don’t text me “I love you” at 3 am in the morning