Moving on...moving on...moving on

I wear my heart on my sleeve 

Open wounds for you to see

It puts me in a vulnerable place

A space I find too familiar 

Drained drip dry

I gave you what you need 

So let me proceed 

With my heart on my sleeve

Instead without you, just me

Tiger Eyes

Looking back on it all, I don't know how I made it out. You had taken a hold of me. Just the way you held me made me believe I may never leave. I'm here now. You're not next to me. All along I had thought that would be the outcome. However, it is greater. It was you that was part of the plan. To break me open. Such pain lied inside. You were just part of the process to heal those wounds. It did not seem at the time a lesson. It surely was just that, a lesson in disguise. It only reveals itself when the time is right. None of this is known or understood at the time. I felt, at the time, true pain. I had been through worse than that. This pain was one I could not bare. It took a part of me with it. As life went on, I had realized. This pain was only a lesson. It took only the parts of me I no longer need. Each moment, whether big or small, heart-aching or joyful, is only temporary. There will always be another moment almost the same yet different. Soon all revealing something new. As I go on, I am left to believe I am strong. I see it in my eyes. Lightly glowing a deep brown, those tiger eyes. 

Like a Plastic Bag Drifting Through the Wind.

We all need someone. But it's the people we need to fill those other portions of your heart. I need you. You fill that portion of my heart. Letting it make ruckus and messes with love. So why not make a moment. A moment in which we later look upon and know that we will always have it. It may not make sense but what does? Maybe it will just always make sense to us. Us, oh it sounds so...beautiful. Let's start over. There has been so much time between us. I want to see you. The new you. I'm ready. I am going to shower and slip into something pretty. Then run after you. Run until I begin to gasp for air. When breathing is irrelevant. Although halfway there its all going to shatter. Every thought. Every moment. Every time there was an "us." The moment I will come to some realization that chance has vanished. It has drifted away as you did. Just another bag flying away with the wind.

Celeste

The nonexistence of the alter personality. Its beginning to have its moment of sunshine. Releasing pieces of the whole. Smiling becomes so much easier and my intelligence seems more significant. Maybe it was me all along. I believe it is. Slithering through my veins seeping deeper to relieve itself. This personality was who I was meant to be. Life is all about creating myself. What a lifetime of enjoyment. I'm closer and closer to leaving the past behind. Although at times weak for the back button. But let the fire burn out. It's a new chapter in the journey. So, let the true personality loose because you're now living and learning. It's who you always been. It just takes time to demolish the coping mechanism and be true to who you are.

Exposed.

She's scared of her vulnerability shrinking her mind. Not that love is mediocre but powerful. It can make or break a person. She's scared that she will become all bones and no skin. Naked. Naked in a sense that her heart will be easily ripped out of her chest. She's scared that one stimulis touch can cause her to become weak for more. But I do not discourage you. Love is not mediocre but powerful.

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Impacts In Life

Sensational. You and I. As you come closer to me I can feel such warmth. Getting closer. As thoughts run through my mind, is this real? Getting closer. Continuously reminding myself to breathe. My body aching for your touch until you took a hold of waist and pulled me closer. As I exhale, you are now right in front of me. I know you can hear my heart racing as if this would be the last moment I would remember. My heart pounding until the pressure of your body forcing it back into my chest. Although, it is not the only element out of place. These small wrinkled hands of mine are touching every ounce of your body, but one thing in particular, the silhouette of your face. My hands placed lightly on your cheeks as I gazed in your eyes. Sometimes I could not gaze for too long or else I would simply be lost. You smiled. I pressed my lips firmly against yours giving my heart a sense of warmth each time. The entire structural elements of my body became weak and fragile at your touch. I could no longer oppose of these feelings. They weaseled their way into my veins and lingered with every word spoken. I'm falling in love with every kiss you placed on my forehead and hands. Every time you lightly ran your finger tips up and down my arm. Every moment there was seconds of silence following the words, I love you. At that these significant moments of time, nothing in the world mattered more. I felt as if we could conquer all with something so powerful as this. How could a love so strong only be left to a phrase as "the past." Its irrelevant the age this experience had came along. It took us by surprise, but those are most special impacts in life. Love is special in that way. Just skipping along until it finds a time we need it most.