this is why I believe in heaven.

Her six year old eyes look at me, and I press my lips to her cheek."I love you, baby girl. I'll miss you so much. I'll see you again one day."

She doesn't fully understand what's happening, but she wraps her arms around my neck as I hold her."I love you too."

the scars on my back

Every once in a while, you'll hold me like you never want to let go.

Its that kind where my ribs mold together,

      and my chin remembers just how nicely it fits into the niche of your collarbone.     

           Your fingers become hooks, and as they slide into the skin on my back,

                 I tell myself that love is pain.

I entwine my body with yours even more.
And then you leave. But you always come back.
I'm dreading the day you don't.
I know a part of you wishes you could stay forever.

The scars on my back tell me so.

To thrive is to act.

The concept of forever.

                                                                                                  It's a wreck of a beautiful night.  

Not one thought about you.

This feeling is...elating.

I've been wading in the warm water for so long. My hands have pruned and my mind is cloudy from the steam that rises up off the water.

My mind clears for just a few seconds as a soft breeze passes over my head, and I know I have to get out. I need the cleansing feeling of change. I climb out of the water, although my body tries to stay in the comfort and warmth, and I stand over the lake. I stare into its ripples, and without too much thought, I jump. My body seizes up from the cold and as my head goes under, my senses clear.

For the first time in a long time, my mind is without the influence of you.

words

"And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance."

"Now you've gone too fast. Now, you've made me leave me behind."

"The least you could do is uncross your heart. Unhope to die."

"Maybe it's because you're one of those people who believes that sometimes, the the most reckless thing you can do with your heart, is not being reckless with it."

"And the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. 

And that's the tragedy of living."

Sad Chairs

 

  Back in my day....

 The world's on fire. I think I'll sit here and watch it burn.

just say it

I want to fight with you, I want to laugh with you.

I want to be holding your hand in sixty years on an old park bench.

I want you and me to share memories no one else will understand. 

Six words.

All the days start the same.

This was waiting just for you.

I  guess that things are over...

She said you cry every night.

And ill see you really soon.

I guess you wanna know why...

Lets see how things play out.

I wont stop thinking about you.

Please understand. It's not your fault.

I do it all for you.

In another life.

I swear I've met you before.

It's impossible, believe me I know, but you're so familiar.
Its not your face that I recognize, but you.
Its in your eyes and in the way you say my name.
I think its pretty amazing that I came to love you in such a short time.
Maybe in another life we were best friends. You could've been the one who saved my life, or maybe you were the child that changed me.
All I know is that I've met you before.

When I had to leave you, know that I cried because I knew I would never see you again. It was like leaving a part of my soul.
I left a part of me with you.
And I carry your heart with me.*

I'm thinking maybe God intended for us to only meet briefly. Maybe he knows something we don't. Maybe he knows it would only change my life it I had to leave you.
Maybe you miss me as much as I miss you.
Regardless, I hope you know that you have changed me forever.

*Line from "I carry your heart with me" by E.E. Cummings

I just think this is pretty great.