i love making her laugh. Its the best sound in the world. And her smile is the most beautiful curve in existence
we should spend our lives together. Taste the sweet promises of a forever. Work at mending and molding each other until we’re healed and we’re better. I choose your spirit on earth and I’d choose it in the further. I wanna see our love go far. You’re the shooting star I wish upon. and you’re my favorite song. I know all the words to your melody and i wanna sing along. Oh how I would love to be loved by you. To be the subject of your poetry. To be where your love flows. To be where you plant your seeds, where you watch your love grow. Imagine being chosen by Earth’s finest. I pray coverage over our union, i need divine intervention and some divine timing.
Let’s spend this life thing as a unit. I accept all the flaws that make up your perfect human. An oxymoron maybe. You like Michelin star level plating. Crafted. Classy and classic. Lost in your smile and much as i wanna be lost up in your ***. Imagine being tethered to God’s best creation. Imagine my other half being my literally other half. My same person. Im way too imperfect for another chance.
Let’s spend this life shit making sure we enjoy this life shit. Piece by piece breaking down our heavy loads. Heaven only knows how we push through. And you’re heaven to me but that’s old news. New news is that I’m ready. I’m seasoned. I’m learned. I’m closer to God. I’ve been humbled and stripped raw. Let’s write the next chapter the way we want. Let’s author better days. Let’s write and craft a story that even hollywood fantasizes about. Let’s edit what needs to be fixed and let’s shine.
She is literally the type of gorgeous that they write about in fables.
she’s epic.
She’s prayed for.
she’s everything.
shes immense.
she’s Empyrean.
she’s …
Pea(ie)ce
I’m writing back to back pieces.
i’m trying to glue her shattered soul that had shattered into pieces.
i wanna be where she lays her head at night and where she can claim that her peace is.
or rather with whom her peace lives.
so we can say peace to our heavy loads, and wash our sins away on the shores of the Sargassum sandy beaches.
so on the next laundry day, our dirty laundry has less pieces.
I long for long nights of rubbing her feet and alfredo pasta dinners.
3am became our worst enemy during the seasonal depression visits.
i have a vision of better days, but i am stilling learning how to grip em.
she’s the missing piece to completing my my life’s vivid description.
and on days like this, the smallest dips, can feel like the deepest of fissures.
how can i fill a kaiadas level low? if the top doesn't even feel like it’s it touching distance.
im growing distant from stagnant and stuck.
she’s distant from her home amongst heaven’s courts and the stars.
an empyrean angel, with her guard up.
i wanna love her until her love is soft, and she sees me as the best reflections of the heavenly father.
we not too far from high school summer mentalities.
but it’s different this time because i got you, you got me.
we’ve grown so much, our love could never catch a casualty.
i’ll pick you up or tumble with you, i got your back to face reality.
in every problem there is a poem itching to be written, is what i believe.
I wear my heart out on the page until the ink plays a metaphor for my pain leaving me.
this is for the only piece of my peace that’s unwavering.
toilet bowl blues
I love her unconditionally.
I want to redefine what i do in service of her,
So i’m relearning me.
Will no longer regurgitate ungerminated seeds,
I will prove my love through my actions and show my adoration through the words that i speak.
I will water her garden, and I will pull all her weeds.
She’s the best parts of my everyday.
I want to stand strong underneath her heavy weight.
11:11, Wishing her pain away.
Trying to wash her soul clean with my intentions to love her in Better ways.
I hope she takes the gamble to build better days with me.
I’m growing myself swiftly.
and i hope she knows that the foundation i’m building for us will never be shifting.
she’s every-good thing.
this is a thank you to God for his divine gifting.
for letting me look into her eyes and touch base with his peace.
idk what’s gotten into me lately,
but i hope the “beauty in the struggle” part
gets left behind quickly.
i want her feet kicked up,
soft, creative girl era to start a s a p.
sundee nights
She’s my favorite love song.
She’s the building blocks to a foundation i would love to call home.
How could love go wrong ?
If love was with her?
I promise to learn the patience to love where it hurts.
My atoms vibrate to her frequency,
My heart beats sporadic in spurts.
Cause her ups are my highs and her downs are my worst.
And she knows even if I hated it I’d ride the rollercoaster of life’s bullshit as long as I was seated beside her.
She’s WORTH.
Every single breath i breathe, every moment every ounce of my heart.
I don’t wanna know life without her presence.
i’m playing my part.
and I can only hope i bring her the peace she’s brought me.
Idk
A continuation
I want my words to provide stitching to her wounds. I want my words the follow the emptying chambers of her heart and fill them. Not only with my love for her, but through her learning to love her like I love her. I’ll be the basilisk fang to her problems.
I want to be able to express how I feel and this is how I know best. My heart flows into tandem with the pen ink as it hits the page. My deepest emotions are letters typed through my keyboard. How else can I sing my praise to an angel? Every post is a love letter to her. Every word is and ode to her beauty.
Life’s biggest blessing has been to love her.
And I would love nothing more than have the opportunity to continue to know her. To learn every version of her and learn how to love that phase the most. To be better at listening. To slow down and meet her where she’s at. To elevate her. TO praise her. To see the world with her. But to also see the world reflected in her eyes. Shit’s rough out here. And as a man I fail to provide. My tortured mind never silences. But I would hold all my anguish and still carry hers as long as she had some sense of peace. I always say she’s the biggest piece of my peace and I mean it. I hope she could say the same despite all my shortcomings. Despite my failures as a man.
I want to be creative with her. Co write a book. Co produce a movie. Go half and half on some babies. What a wonderful life it would be. She excites me. She saves me. I miss her. I want to show her the world. I want this foundation of patient love I’m trying to build for her to allow us to build a steady home. Home in each other. Home in love. Anchor each other to sanity. so neither of us gets lost in our storms. Idk.
She’s everything and idk how else to say it. Or if my words are ever good enough.
I just hope she knows.
long night thoughts
I want to Live.
I no longer want to exist. I no longer want to miss out on the beauty in everyday. I want to travel, to love, to learn. I want to write and write and write. I want to be loved. And be loved for me. I want to be seen. I want to create something timeless. I want to be someone’s everything. I want to see all the colours of all the sunsets and all the full moons in all the night skies. I want to be lost in her eyes. And to give to her endlessly. Everyday I want the opportunity to have gained something. And tbh I’m blessed I have someone that cares. I do. I want to live with her. I live for her. I want to grow. I want to elevate her through prayer, hardwork, listening, time and effort. Effort that is healing myself so that I can be her rock. effort that is learning how to serve her. Effort that is becoming the provider I want to be. What a blessing it has been to know her.
I want to live. But I want to live and experience it all with her by my side. Hand in Hand. Shared breath. Kisses and ‘trips’. Following the curve of the outline of her smile until I find my own forming. Knowing love is the happiness I get when she laughs. Fantasizing about how good life will be together for us in 2 years time… Idk. I’m trashed and humbled. Embarrassed and naked. I write this and hope my words reach the places my physical presence could never touch. I pray coverage over us.
She is why art and poetry exist.
She is unmatched.
In face, mind, body, soul.
She is the image of perfection.
:)
No longer disturbing my inner peace
For a piece of the enemy.
I've been trying to piece together my healing while still holding on to what's damaging.
It's my troubled thoughts and me.
I'm great and I know it.
Nobody else has to see that it me anymore for me to be able to hold it.
If you wanna grow into better, I'd love to share the journey down this road and
I pray peace over her everything.
Now the last enemy standing in front of me is the inner me I'm developing.
2024 we're on to better things.
hopefully hand in hand on a 'we in this together' thing.
Within.
When the Silence becomes deafening
I turn my ears towards you God.
Or maybe rather the you that lies within me.
The tiny voice that I hear and the guidance I seek.
Aligning my stars with their peace.
Trying to line up with the I and I like this was a Rasta thing.
I pray coverage over my temperament. This upcoming month I really was to focus on bettering how I react to things. I want to continue to move with love. I want to continue to challenge myself to grow. I want to be in tune with everything I want to be. I want to receive everything I desire while being able to enjoy it because I believe I deserve it. I want to grow and build with her. I want to bring her past this darkness this world surrounds her with and remind her that her place is amongst the heavens.
She’s Celestial.
She’s superlunary.
The title of my love story is “The Moon and Me”.
I plan to love her through her dark nights. Love her through her cycles. Love her “new moon” as much as I love her “full moon”. Love her crescent as much as I praise her whole. I want to help fill her until her cycle completes and she is back to the image of herself that even she can praise. She shines so bright. I sway graciously in her pull. I bask in the miracle of having got to know her. And that’s the truest way I can describe having gotten to know her. Life’s most simple yet grand pleasure. The biggest part of my everyday. So i sing her praise like a wolf pronounces their admiration of the full moon. And I hope my love fills every crater…every ‘flaw’ (cause she’s perfection to me)… every phase. Hakuna Matata.
I hope I can spirit away her problems. Lead her healing through prayer and effort. Through love and attention and safety. To love the someone as immense as the moon is no small task… But like I said earlier, I want to challenge myself. I hope she finds relief in the ways I love her. And I plan to better myself everyday.
To a better temperament all 2024.
To a girl who is Peace.
She is patiently crafted.
Perfection.
Rare. Real. Royal.
Everything.
Timeless.
You’re the moon that's plastered against my night sky.
You’re the Angel whose Northern Star I follow for guidance.
Your presence is Cosmic and inspirin'.
Let me praise your every inch and help you reach all the dreams that are packed behind your eyelids.
I’m happy that the love I have for you survived all this extra mileage.
Let me love you back to whole and praise your soul my queen/your highness.
I pray your healing to comes from the golden streets where the most high lives.
You’re the best slice of the warmest apple pie and
I love you. I love you. i love you. I’d say i do a million times miss.
~The Fewture.
Dream Big 