#blotchedpoetry
Each night, the moonlight glows and stars shine through an open window as I sit and think of her.
J.c.A
Blue skys to pink mornings. Starry eyed from late nights. Each day life circles around you. Each time you are prettier still.
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Still hopelessly in love, I just want you to be happy even if that happens without me.
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Although my heart was damaged, your love became the bandage. The scars left cannot vanish, but you help the pain disappear.
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She is poetry, but not of words. Of subtleties. The empty spaces. Her breath. The gaps. Those in-betweens. How her voice breaks or her soft smile cracks. Even her simplicities speak to me.
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Take all of these words and tie them together. Tug and find them attached to my heartstrings. A knot never broken. From me to you.
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Buried there within my chest, you could find yourself a home. Built for you, with room only for you, it sits beneath your nuzzled nose.
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As I made my way through the dark, you lightened the load I carried. You being there was enough.
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You placed your hand in my hand as we wore our hearts on our sleeves. The moment they touched; that must be love.
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And so I will paint a picture of the sun for you with all the colors you’ve warmed in my heart.
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You are the whisper that floats on the wind.Even when you’re not here, I feel you.
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Being lost in the time while lost in our space, in those moments with you I most find myself.
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Each night I look up to the stars and wish we could be in the same space to love them together.
J.c.A
II
I’m sure much has been said
for the damage one can do
or how lack of space can suffocate
your soul in a crowded room
quantity of company won’t limit
when loneliness ensues
but it seems it’s edge is more intensely
sharpened when there are two
n.a.
Words are growing in me like new buds, eaten by hungry animals set loose by my subconscious before they can bloom.
n.a.
The ocean always washed broken shells to your feet
But I was whole, too heavy for the sea
It’s really a wonder you ever found me
n.a.
“i know this transformation is painful, but you’re not falling apart; just falling into something different, a new capacity to be beautiful.”
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