i was never going to be enough for you,
and it brings me a sense of comfort,
that we were doomed from the beginning.
i love you.
but i am resigned to the fact that it can’t be me,
who gives you what you need.
i hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me.
i hope i can find it in myself,
to forgive me....
I liked brussel sprouts once. Only once. But for some reason, whenever someone serves them I always take some, even though I never like them. It's like I'm chasing a memory that's always slightly out of reach; like reaching out to my reflection, only to be stopped by the glass....
I have handed you my heart of sheer porcelain,
wrapped in newspaper printed with the hymns of my love for you.
You took it gently.
I think that was the worst part.
You peeled back the worries,
the blatant devotion pulsing nervously,
and looked.
Looked.
You wrapped it back in the paper,
tape pressed ever so gingerly back into place,
and handed it to me with a pitiful smile.
You may as well h...
it might be cliché,
but i walk into your arms,
and all of a sudden i know what peace feels like.
it feels like sun streaming through windows,
little dust particles dancing through the rays,
it feels like the warm smell of fresh bread,
baked with a little too much sugar and a little to much joy,
it feels like not being able to sleep at night,
going out to lay under the stars and wonder at the vas...
I am art.
Meant to be looked at,
admired,
not touched.
But come close,
see the strokes that make me up,
the colors of my Maker.
My body a portrait,
sketched from dust,
beautiful in the eyes of man.
Holy is the canvas I was born on,
woven from love,
brushed with care.
I am not meant to be touched,
but look,
and see that I am a masterpiece....