All I know is my heart.
All I know
is when it stretches
and when it breaks,
the same words return
and return
and return:
I love you, anyway.
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This Quiet Storm
I am me.
Just me.
Not who you think I am.
Not who you wish I would be.
Just who I am.
This quiet storm.
Me.
So you’ve forgotten what it feels like
to unfold yourself,
to undress, her soul
in your hands
like the dream
she was always meant to be
for you.
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Quite Frankly
What is love, you might wish to know.
Love,
quite frankly,
is you.
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Open. Release.
But did they give you a box of darkness?
Or was the darkness
already inside of you.
Waiting for someone to press:
open.
And release.
I will whisper my softness to you every night.
I will whisper my softness.
To you.
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Perfect Mirrors
Sun and Moon sat beneath the willow tree, a picnic for two: a beautiful picture of one. Moon shining white on the river. Sun splaying gold on the rippling blue.
‘I miss you, Moon,’ said Sun, as he sipped tea and watched a fish flip into the glistening air above the river.
‘But I’m right here, Sun,’ smiled Moon, ‘And I’m always always in your heart.’
‘Well, why do I miss you, then? When you’re gone, why do I miss you so damn much?’
‘You don’t miss me, Sun. You miss you.’
‘Now you’re just being silly,’ said Sun as he tossed a rock into the river with a plump old splash.
‘It’s true,’ Moon smiled the glorious smile of all the world. ‘Have you not noticed, Sun, that when we laugh together you laugh just as much at yourself as you do me?’
‘Umm, I’ve not quite thought of it that way.’
‘And have you thought that maybe your love for me, is actually here to show you what your love for you looks like?
‘Moon?’
‘Yes, Sun?’
‘I love me an awful lot, don’t I?’
‘Yes Sun, you do,’ Sun and his sweet silence fell around her like the warmest hug.
Best friends, perfect mirrors.
There to help each other light the world.
She wished for peace
and love.
And dance parties.
In the kitchen.
Where do you go
when you are locked away
inside yourself?
Don’t you know that you are lovely?
Don’t you know
your beautiful smile was made
to light up your day,
and mine?
Never forget,
sweet friend:
the sun rose for you, too.
Not just for the others.
Never forget:
you are perfectly
perfectly
perfect.
All ways.
Always.
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The Kaleidoscope
I shall name humanity
‘the kaleidoscope’.
Each of us a colour.
All of us the shimmering view.
Yet, still,
despite the glorious, glimmering shine
of individuality,
we insist others dress
the colour ‘me’.
What for?
What will come of the view
if I live as ‘you‘?
