Ink Stained Soul…

I remember it all.
That very first day.
I immediately knew you.
From a time I could not say.

Those hands felt familiar.
That kiss I instantly recall.
Spanned over life times.
Our lives I saw.

My visions became clearer.
My gifts more aligned.
Like you held the key.
Our souls intertwined.

I have seen the good.
As well as the worst.
Every key moment.
Sometimes feeling like a curse.

Each time I know what’s coming.
My cross to bare.
And yet every life I choose you.
Even when you don’t care.

There’s a delicate balance.
We get it right from time to time.
One thing rings true no matter the outcome.
I am yours and you are mine.

Who makes her laugh?
Who’s in her bed?
Who sends her flowers?
Who makes her cheeks red?

Who knows how her day is?
Her favorite sweet treat.
Who wipes her tears?
Who rubs her feet?
Who knows when she is quiet?

What it all means.
Who listens to her sing?
Who knows her dreams?
Whose name she speaks?

Who rubs her bare thigh?
Who watches her write?
Who knows her every sigh?

Why do you think you need to know?
She is living her life.
You wanted to go.

You had what you never wanted; ask yourself why does it sting.

You have your freedom,
So let it ring.

We give our affection.
We give you our time.
We give you our hearts.
We let you lead our minds.
We give you our bodies.
We give you our bodies.
I say that times two.
You see we give our bodies to more than you.
We give you a legacy in the children we bare.
We give you our names.
Not once trace of us to spare.
We give it all and all we need.
Is a man that will love us correctly without having to plead.

My strength is astonishing. 
The last 3 years have proven to be a mixture of every single trauma I have endured.
Untangling the lies from around my rose coloured glasses.
Sifting through the sands the hold my life.
Dissecting cell by cell of my pieces for what I thought was cause of death.
No.
It was how I heal that was the discovery.
When something takes my parts,turning them cold, useless, and black, I remap my essence.
Neurodivergent.
Rewire the paths but never losing who I have and will always be.
Stored in a cloud that holds everything assigned to each person filed away.
Allowing the remapping to pull from every interaction.
Assaults added to the drawer but in their own files.
Properly assigned but added to the grand file for pattern recognition.
Gifts of a combination of resilience to the callousness received.
My strength is astonishing.
For I am never going to be anything but a warrior who fights.

Music inspiration: Taylor Swift

‘I can do it with a broken heart’ and ‘How did it end’

The man whose chalant.
Who knows how to move.
The one boderlined obsessed.
He never makes you feel used.
Whose presence is protective.
Teaches you chivalry isn’t dead.
Leads you into softness.
He holds you sweetly.
Taking care of your needs.
All the while making it clear.
You were never hard to please.
No games to play with your head.
Takes charge and respects you.
In all that you are.
He sees you and loves.
For you are  his treasure, by far.

I had you on such a high pedestal that I never felt enough.
You were everything to me for so long I didn’t realize I was worth so much more. I have always been too something.  Too good. Too beautiful, inside and out. My heart too big, my kindness too over giving. My thoughts too dreamy. My writing telling too much. You thought I was weak because I felt everything but I realized you were reflecting how weak you were because you never honor your own feelings.
That was when I removed you off the pedestal. Now you’re too ordinary.

Let my wildfire burn into you.

Be a warrior fighting beside me; ready to defend what you claim.

Keep me close.

Allow your possessive presence to be an invisible barrier that keeps me safe.

When the door closes, let him out.

The dominant animal that is hidden beneath the surface.

Take what is yours.

Allowing our demons to dance.

Fill me with your darkness while I wash over you with my light.

Where one begins and the other ends remains unclear.

For we are made of Shadow and Bones.

Flowers are so much more than something that dies.

They are beautiful. Filling me with love and happiness when I get them. I can’t tell you how often I stop and smell them. Or even how many times I just look at them and say I love them. It is more than a flower that will die. It fills a room with love, sweetness, beauty, joy and uplifts.

I like to keep the pedals after they dry up to use in baths. Water to restore and relax you body and mind. Adding in the love that filled your space and brought happiness for days.

No a flower isn’t just something that dies. It breathes life into my world.

I was exposed.
Raw and in my most vulnerable state.
You showed me off.
Sharing my body with those I was never intimate with.
Taking from me as others have.
Reopening scars deeper than the ocean.
Sending me into the darkest parts of myself.
Where I am empty, void of anything but survival.
Never to retrieve what you took.
My safety.

My love I miss laying in your arms tonight. Come hold me in your strong arms. Look at me. Tell me you love me. Prove it to me until I fall asleep. Give me your gentle kisses. Warm me with our light. My soul misses yours.