I ask my self How do I feel loved There are so many ways And yet I have this longing This desire for something I can’t put my fingers on. It’s a feeling , a trust that I need to create with in A love for my self that spreads out like light rays in the mist of a foggy morning. I find my self and ask what makes you feel loved? I ask myself in a whisper , searching for the answer that will elevate my heart She says when my lover kisses my neck of the slightest touch with light weight feather strokes down my back Caressing my thighs Indulging in every crevice and every fold Worshiping my body like a golden temple I wish to be seen of all my layers That unconditional love that they sing in high notes , the beating of a heart next to mine , reminding me that I am also alive I wish to be thought of , reminded that I am not alone in this world I feel loved when I am held at night To be kept warm till the sun rises and fills us with hope for another day I feel loved when we loose our egos When we are stripped of the pointless chatter , when we can collide gracefully into one another’s embrace I feel loved knowing That all This time we dance and tip toe around The pink elephants that can bully us we find eachother , in honesty and truth. Beyond the shatters of our past Thank you for loving me as the raw, wet , cerebral confused human that I sometimes become I feel loved knowing you know all These parts of me. fragmented and whole Yet fully loved

I see you, I hear you, I am too a piece of this puzzle We are shaped to fit although we melt and mold to something so strange and yet so familiar I love you how you are , unkept , longing and sad at times You bounce back as we all do when the sun shines on us All I wish for is to understand and know that I can also be that love that we all desire Deep love as it comes from the deepest of sorrows I see you I feel you , You are not alone Thank you for hearing my song I am Not perfect But I am strong and will hold you through the night till the sun rays kiss our lips good morning

I remember when I was little maybe around four or five, I had many moments of being left alone I was curious of course being so young I woke up from a nap , looking around and everyone was gone. My mom , my dad, my brothers , my cat I wasn’t scared really I thought maybe they forgot about me? Maybe they went to the beach? I look in the fridge and nothing but a glass bottle of milk Im hungry but nothing else is around I am too short to reach for anything else. Where are my parents? I turn on the TV, dukes of Hazard is on I love this show My first crush , wishing they would save me My family wasn’t really religious yet they were spiritual , in their own way I see a bible , a small one , like a little address book I thought. Where did this come from ? I hadn’t seen this before I flip the pages and feel the miniature words on the small pages breeze on my little face Maybe this book knows something I did it get here? I liked how small it was and could fit in my pocket. I liked to draw a lot. I took a marker and. Drew faces in this new sketchbook of mine, I liked how the ink bled threw the thin pages. I go outside and still no one, I feel ok and see a bicycle tyre, maybe my brothers went on a bike ride ? But it was night time.
I start to wonder why I’m alone, will it always be this way? Do I need to go to my neighbors. A string of balloons shiny and silver come down as if an Invisible angel brought them to me. Thanks! I say I blink a few times , is this real? I then wake up, it was all a dream. Part memory , part dream But which parts were true ? I go to the kitchen and get coffee Feeling foggy These memories are tricky They blend with the mystery I dream, then dream again All to wonder where it all began

She is alive and feels the hearts of others Others of hearts, the feels, alive is she. Hummingbirds fly around her, she sings their song Song their sings she, her around fly humming birds.