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.
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?
Did they not tell you that the light at the end of the tunnel is just a mirror reflecting you?
What would you tell 20 year old you?
What would you say to 40 year old 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.
I hope you find a love that stays.