Why will you not unfold yourself to me?

Dear you,

It has been raining since we last met.

As though the heavens know

that my heart is adrift.

To find a soul so beautiful,

and not being able to be yours,

when all I want is for you to be mine.

Nothing in this moment could be as excruciatingly painful.

Maybe in time I have become wary and worn of the games of the heart.

And I shan't partake in giving similar doubts and aches to another.

..hoping one day to be treated equally.

You; are the first I knew exactly - "it's you"

I want nothing more than to shout it to the world that you're my person.

I want nothing more than to be close to you, even if it's not to hold you.

To give you all the love in my heart.

To everyday, paint a smile on your face as you do mine effortlessly.

To be your comfort place.

To be everything you need.

..but for now, this burning love will just set ablaze in my heart.

Burning only myself in the wait, 

as periodic tears puts it out,

I hope you'll come to see and feel as I do you 

before my fire turns to coal.

For now, pretence should be my best of friend.

To wear a mask that conceals my passion for you - until a time you unfold yourself to me.

Dear self, take heart. 

Shouldn't we?

I honestly don't see why not, but only everything that's a yes. 

Even if the reason is only one, compared to the other hundreds of voices who'll tell you not.

Look at why we should rather than why we shouldn't. Simple as that. 

I love honesty; just be real with me. 

Tell me what your every emotions and thoughts are.  

Expect the exact reflection of honesty you give me.

But also understand the love and care that comes along with it.

Lies are what keeps us apart.

Remember, unsaid truths are not expressed truth, hence its not pure honesty. 

Just for you being you.

“A person doesn’t have to be perfect to be exactly what you need.”

Cause I fell in love with you everyday without you saying a word.

Please don't take me for granted.

I'll stop chasing. I know the consequences. I know, all too well, the pain. Just so to see if you would stop to look back, and notice that I've stopped. 

"Turn your head and look for me," hopefully whispering in my head.

Always Just.

     

“We could always just cuddle”

Loved.

 

Blink if you love me.

Aww, shucks! ♥ 

I'm right here.

That Girl.

 

Old Fashioned.

 

I think old fashioned is cute. I think kisses on the cheek and forehead, actual dinner dates, and asking someone out in person is so precious. I don't think the guy should always make the first move, but I feel as if it's cuter if the guy asks out the girl rather than it being the other way around, because i's been like that for so long. I liked it when guys actually valued their girls and called them sweetheart, and beautiful, instead of babe or 'his girl' like she's a property.

Beauty.

 

 

 

Love Surplus.

So much love this heart contains,

Yet no where, no soul want gain.

What oh what shall I do with you?

A little piece of art.

When an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written,

it’s quite often an expression of trust.

Because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart;

little pieces of the artists themselves,

and if they’re willing to share it with you,

you should appreciate it. :) 

Gazing from here.

I could just stare at you like this forever . 

You make my heart flutter. 

The seriousness in your eyes, how they draw me to them, 

Yet the playfulness in your smile makes my heart skips beats. 

You know who you are; Amor.

So I'll just sit here quietly, 

staring beyond this window I'm caged in.

Hoping for dreams to come true.

Yearning for that day. Going all the way.
For you; Mas valioso.

More than Heart.

How foolish it is to think that we love only with our hearts. The heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quota to fill. When I love, I don't want to love with a blood-pumping machine. I want to love with every inch of my body. 

I will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones. With my freckles and my knuckles, my wrinkles and my scars. 

And I will love you with all the spaces in between.

I want to.

 

 

 

 

Which passerby would stay.

“As we grow up there’s going to be many things that we don’t like. Hook-ups that mean so much to one person and nothing to the other, girls who like the same guy you like. You’ll meet new people who may matter more than others might, but the guy who stays by you til the end… will be the one…”  

I hope you dance.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder

You get your fill to eat

But always keep that hunger

May you never take one single breath for granted

God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small

When you stand beside the ocean

Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens

Promise me that you’ll give fate a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you dance 

Keep Going.

No matter what you do, no matter how many times you screw up and think to yourself  "There's no point to carry on," no matter how many people tell you that you can't do it - Keep Going.
Don't quit. 

Don't quit, because a month from now you will be that much closer to your goal than you are now. Yesterday you said tomorrow. Make today count.

Jarred.

I've tried.

I honestly have.

But I can't find the key to this catastrophic mess.

Emotions locked away.

Is there any other mean of retrieval?

Or would it be for good?

Tell me there'll be another boxing day.

Meanwhile fill tears to my eyes.
cos I'll just be hoping for a good cry.

Meow.

  

  

  

...I miss my Kimmiekins.