Blooming flower

Face to face  The mixture of our breath raising tension  I wonder how you can be this close and feel so far away  These are the moments we never truly share Our temporary passion stowed away in a small pocket  Handpicked and measured by you, to the sound of my heart on your sleeve 

I'm looking forward to a better future I'm looking forward to putting myself first. I am hanging on for a future I know I deserve but continue to push away. I am looking for myself. You don't know her, but neither do i. She is waiting for her truth to be heard, she is waiting to feel safe in her home, in my body. She is waiting for me to have no strings attached with the expression of my soul. She is waiting for me to stop pushing her under the rug at the call of my name by another's mouth. She is waiting for me to stand up straight and yell my name to the universe because i am here. She is waiting for a time when she speaks and finally all of the words come out. She is waiting for me, And I, am waiting for her

Out of touch with reality and on the rim of destruction  Building an empire on self love may have been an easier path  Now is not a time to plan an escape but a chance to accept a better future  You can fill the cracks in my heart and break the illusions of my mind  but I alone must break the cycles of my past I fear that I may tear you apart and leave nothing left but the broken perception of a women you once loved 

Materializing between the spaces in time  Formed within an empty room and bound to a source of energy Assuring the creation of something yet to come Resurfacing a feeling of hope and promising an empire of perfection  Allowing you to fight with an unknown power Fighting for the chance to create your own reality 

I told you I loved you and wished you well; up until the very last day  I left you with a smile on my face  You loved me still, but would never say the words; You always felt your pain was the worst  You left me in silence not knowing how it hurt; When those unspoken words began to burn 

  Numbingly outnumbered in this world of easy prediction  Harboring a soul too heavy for the average heart to care for  Wandering  Not lost  But searching for a place to call home 

  I am strong yet I am fragile  Though I rarely run out of pieces to break  Too many times I have stood tall in the pit of my breaking point  Lightly gripping the edge before f alling in slow motion  I soak my soul in written words Dripping letters into the fine lines of my brain  An easy escape for a time filled with pain