Dear You

Dear you,

Don’t let your bones be a mixture of anger and marrow.

Don’t let your mouth sing its song everyday.

Don’t let it consume you

Dont let it fuel your dreams.

Dear you,

Don’t treat your heart like a public space.

Dont let everyone sit and marvel at its walls.

It holds your joy.

And your joy is precious gold.

Dear you,

Don’t get used to sadness.

Don’t think of it as your favourite chair feeling out of place if you are not in it.

Pain is not comfortable

It’s only numbing.

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Something Like AA meetings

I feel the need to introduce myself.

This is my self esteem; twice removed.

Meet my emotional availabity; try making a phone call in the desert you have better luck of reaching through.

These are my walls; made of stone, made of disappointments, made of tomorrow’s that never came.
My clothes may fall faster.

And these are my dreams, this is my fire.

Sometimes it burns but everytime its my light.

Dear You

Dear you,

Did they not tell you that your sleeves were made for buttons and cufflinks, not hearts?
Did you tell them you are tired? How you lost yourself only to find yourself weeping softly into your pillow?
Dear you,
Did they not tell you that the light at the end of the tunnel is just a mirror reflecting you?

Dear You

Dear you,

I hope you find love.

A love that makes you look at the half moon and tell it stories about your other half.

A love that makes you understand that chemistry is a chain reaction; a smile that makes your heart beat faster, a touch that sets your body ablaze.

A love like water; baptising your hurt away, purifying your soul.
Dear you,

I hope you find a love that stays.