The pain doesn’t stop the love that engraved in my heart.
Disappointment doesn’t dull your shine.
It’s there.
Every single morning and every night.
You are there.
Inside me taking up space that belongs only to you.
I can’t run from it. God knows I have tried.
One thousand thirty two days.
You are the moon to me.
Bright brilliant, the one I bare my soul to.
Strong magnetic force in my life.
My guiding light surrounded by darkness.
Bigger than the whole sky in my eyes.
A sailor’s song on my lips.
A whisper that calls me back home.
The one thing that never changes is my love for the moon.
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Like the Moon, My Love Remains.
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Rage and Redemption
There is a rage inside of me that wants to have her way.
She wants to watch you suffer the endless days of sobbing and staring out the window.
Demanding your penance for the damage you have caused.
Fire that wants to see how you rise after the destruction of your malice.
Bounding me in place, so I won’t be able to reach out to try and save you because you let me die alone.
The darkness wants vengeance for every callous move you took with me.
I have become a wielder of my shadows, for that you should be thankful.
The light within only wishes you to heal and love with your whole heart one day.
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A Breath of Fresh Air
A breath of fresh air blew in my direction that day.
I was met with a kind smile and thoughtful eyes.
Day after day since you have wanted to know me.
Becoming more than a friend.
Inviting in where others are not allowed.
Calling to me when your health got faulty.
Texting me how beautiful the sky is at 5am because you thought of me.
Sending me pictures of the moon.
Recalling things I mentioned when you barely knew me.
Superman wanting to fix things where you can.
Always believing in me while showing me you too are vulnerable.
Building on the blocks of what was the road to meeting someone special.
Never hesitating to answer my call. I remember that first day.
I remember it all.Music: ‘Superman’ Taylor Swift vault track Taylors Version Speak Now
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Gentle Reminder
Life has a gentle way of reminding us when it’s time to surrender the sacrifices we’ve made for others. It whispers to us to prioritize our own essence, to rest, to love, and to live – not just exist – before the fleeting moments of our lives slip away.
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The Sound of Shattering
What you didn’t know… In those months of silence,is that I was drowning. Lost in darkness, the emptiness swallowed me whole. I sat outside night after night. Unable to speak, my voice not working. A constant flow of tears, sometimes accompanied by sobs that even the rain couldn’t drown out. Broken deeply, over and over. Each day the same. Heartache I had never known. Weight falling off of me. I was dying slowly. The knowledge of that relationship, the deafening sound of your silence—my executioner. When the color finally started to come back to my face, I stood and looked at myself. A warrior, significantly smaller in frame, with dark circles and a broken smile. But there was a smile. I had survived. I lived through the loss of what we could have been. I loved through your rejection of me, while I knew you chose another. I saw the broken smile and the color, and I loved who I was. I didn’t need the validation of being yours any longer, because I never was.
Songs: Taylors Version
‘Sad Beautiful Tragic’
‘All Too Well’ 10 minute version
‘My Tears Ricochet’
‘Cardigan’
‘Maroon’
‘You All Over Me’
‘Exile’
‘The Moment I Knew’
‘Last Kiss’
‘This is me Trying’
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The Power of His Presence
He was broken.
From things I knew nothing about. There he stood before me and all I see is the beauty inside him.
Hard from life.
Walls around him made of regret, pain, betrayl from himself and others. A heart so closed off. He doesn’t see that it’s keeping him held captive.
He overpowers me with the Enigma of his presence. A masterpiece that isn’t broken just put back together different than me.
Transmitting his song to my soul.
I wasn’t there to save him, nor he to save me.
Seen and accepted was all that was required.
Pushing to be the best of ourselves.
I didn’t seen those broken pieces.
I just saw him.
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Shaky Ground
Combing through the our memories searching for clues I overlooked.
Should I have chosen a different way of handling my own hurt and rejection?
Was I sabotaging just as much as you?
I replay it so much, I end up in circles.
This gut feeling you don’t want me to know.
Me learning the truth, Your version will change the entire trajectory.
Standing on shaking ground once more.
I’m getting tired, even for a Phoenix.
I suppose time will tell.
Fate will decide.
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The Endless Cycle of Filling the Void.
When we love someone and ache to be with them, hurt that they don’t have the same feelings, walls go up. In an attempt to shield ourselves from further pain, we can take actions we’re not proud of. We might try to fill the void with someone else, never once thinking that maybe, just maybe, the one we love is in the same position. Perhaps they too love someone they can’t have, and we become the temporary fix, the distraction from their own longing. Realizing they will never share how you feel because their heart won’t go all the way. Becoming an endless cycle of use, where we’re both trying to fill the emptiness, but never truly finding fulfillment.
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Beyond Comparison
There will inevitably be someone more alluring than you,
With beauty more striking than your own.
She may have prettier eyes and a smile that outshines yours.
Someone who captures the eye of the one you desire.
Oh yes, there will be another.
She will fit better in the box you’ve never fit into.
Becoming the mold of who someone chooses.
You will find that, although it hurts along the way.
You are anything but the typical mundane.
She allows those who need a box to sit back and watch while you shine across the entire sky.
My darling, there is no one who will ever be you.
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Sacredly Intertwine
It was rare.
I remember every moment.
It wasn’t the desperate dive into need.
This was intentional.
Meticulous.
Always with purpose what you speak to me.
Few words ever needed.
Our eyes betraying us, or were we both choosing to let it be seen and felt.
My body yours once again.
Full of life, fire, ache, desire, you, and love.
Every movement seeping in us.
Pouring out the entirety of my being into you.
Hoarse from calling out.
Only taking our eyes off one another long enough to close them in release and surrender.
Clinging to one other.
We move in sync as we have done from the start.
Effortlessly.
Holding on to everything that we are.
Lost or found, I don’t think it mattered.
Each touch screaming how deeply we are connected.
Intertwined in every way.
Nothing else exist.
It was sacred.Song inspiration:
‘I’m yours’ Isabel LaRosa
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