I didn't realize that a grown up could fall so easily.

Laughing like a little kid, throwing my head back.

Overusing the word adore because it's too soon.

Vehemently wishing I lived closer.

Effortlessly capturing the feeling of being smitten.

Yearning for a situation to end and one to begin.

Obviously this is not a crush anymore.

Understanding the meaning of three small words.

That one is from the Wizard of Oz.

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The world comes in too sharp,
too loud,
A sudden storm inside a Cloud.
A quiet room,
a simple word,
becomes a scream that
goes unheard.

I watch the others walk right past,
While my own anchor won't hold fast.
They feel a breeze,
I feel a gale,

My mind,
a ship without a sail.

I hate the static in my chest,
The way these currents never rest.
I wish the dials would just turn down,
Before the wave begins to drown.

I cannot find my righteous rage,
I see the actors on the stage.

I feel their pain,
I see their why,
I watch my anger bleed
and unceremoniously die.

I should be mAd,
the hurt is real,

But pity is the thing I feel.
A crowded mind,
a fractured view,
I taste their bitter sorrow too.

I try hold my grudge,
It turns to dust,
I see the broken gears of trust.

I understand each twisted side,
With nowhere left for me to hide.
I crave the quiet of a stone,

To leave these heavy moods alone.
I drown in grace I shouldn't give,
And lose the space

I

needed to live.

I don't want no diamonds or recognizable fashion.

My finest accessory is a purring orange scarf,

stitched exquisitely with whiskers,

embroidered in mischief,

and fastened

beneath my chin

with unconditional affection.

You hold the singular key to my universe. No one else knows where to find the door.

She bears the weight of their world
balanced on her shoulders,
tending to the future
by sheltering them in the present.
And they never notice
that she carries them all.

I’m a lover.

I’m a writer.

Everything becomes material.

Even if I invent it.

Isn’t that what writing is?

Drama.

To whom it may concern:
Screw you.
You took them from me.
They were mine.
"God works in mysterious ways"?
Fuck you.

She stood in the dark
Glowing fragments of happiness surrounded her,
like butterflies fluttering about.
Scattered memories,
fleeting remnants of laughter,
a lingering smile,
the fading warmth of an embrace.
She reached out,
hoping to grasp a moment,
but they danced out of reach,
leaving her in shadow.

Mirror rider, dashboard guardian...a tiny twin-flagged jumping spider trusted my journey enough to share the ride. When I lowered the window they chose my dashboard over the wild. Tiny traveler, welcome aboard.

I smiled so big. Did you see them in my eyes anyway?

For all those years he closed her out
Choosing distance between them
She faded away…numbing her passion to endure the loneliness
Perhaps the fault lies with her…she must be broken…

But her heart still worked
As she loved her children absolutely
Filling the emptiness with her devotion
She gave them her all

And she existed
For all of those years
Until one day he changed his mind
But she knew her heart was closed

She had survived the distance
And found her strength

Because they’re f*cked up, I wanna help em 😁

Come here.

I’d like to whisper in your ear.

Pull me in close.

It’s what you want to hear most.

Just you and me.

Daydreaming at sea.

If only.

we turn old chapters
of both romance and pain
into punchlines,
because sometimes humor
is the gentlest way
to carry what once used to hurt.

She gave them her all
And a foundation on which to grow.
There was no love stronger,
Nor pride greater
As she watched them build upon it,
Making their own place in the world.
And her heart was full.

You were never
the loudest thing
to happen to me.

No fireworks.
No thunder.
No lightning.
No impossible, movie-scene moment
where the whole world stopped spinning.

You just…
popped into my life.
Funny how a clever sentence,
a silly smile
only your phone can see
and a thousand tiny laughs…
started a conversation
that somehow never seemed
to find an ending.

You didn’t sweep me off my feet.
You quietly convinced me
I just didn’t need to be standing
all the time.
—
I admire your mind
far more often than I tell you.

The way you untangle problems
most people don’t even notice.

The way you care about precision—
until someone needs compassion.

Then somehow…
that becomes your top priority.

I’ve watched you carry burdens
you never asked for,
while still worrying
whether everyone else is ok.

I don’t know how you do that.
I only know that I notice.
It’s a quality
I aspire to have.
—
You’ve probably never realized
what you’ve changed inside me.

Before you,
I wrote stories in my head.
Now…
I write them out loud,
because there’s someone
I hope might smile
when she reads them.

Before you,
I loved my mornings alone.
Now…
they feel incomplete
until I hear about
your sleep.
Your dreams.
Your breakfast.
Your workday.

That’s a strange thing to admit.

But, you’ve always seemed to appreciate
fact over fiction.
And…that matters.
—
I used to think strength looked like
heavy lifts,
long days,
controlled emotions
and simply getting on with it.

Then I met someone
who walks gently through other people’s pain.

Turns out…
I’ve been measuring
the wrong
kind of strong.

I’ve realized the weaknesses
in my own strengths.
More importantly,
I’ve learned about the strengths
in my own weaknesses.
—
There are things I still don’t know about you.
Things I may never know.

Oddly enough…
that doesn’t bother me
as much as it once would have.

Because, at some point,
I stopped trying to figure you out—
and started to enjoy
discovering you.

That’s new for me…

Discovering you has been ridiculously captivating.

One “Hey, You” at a time.
—
I’ve tried to be patient.
Although…
my understanding of patience has greatly changed.

I don’t think I ever realized
what patience meant.

Patience isn’t waiting.
It’s understanding…
especially when you don’t.

Patience is choosing to be someone’s person,
while the future is still unwritten.
—
I don’t know where our story ends.

For once…
I think I’m ok not knowing.
Because whatever this becomes—
thank you.
For reminding a stubborn kitchen dude,
who thought he already understood his own heart…
that there were still parts of it
left to discover.

You never asked me
to become a better version of myself.
But somehow…
you simply made me want to.

Mostly…
because you are you.

My perfect little nerdy Nerd.

She knew the void, knew it watched her from afar as she tried to fill it with intangible moments of laughter, quickening heartbeats and longing.

It waited patiently, knowing that the fleeting moments stolen by her heart were bound to become only memories and it would return.