edge of change

I’ve fought for a lot in this life

and if I have to add our love to the list

then so be it.

I will not just walk away

from the storms and tears.

And I won’t let you do the same.

I’ll face them head on

shatter in pieces in front of you

if that’s what it takes for you to realize

that even crashing waves can’t keep me away from the sea.

I love the ocean too much.

Just the way I love you.

Without limits, borders, or end

My emotions crash down like 10 feet waves and

I pack my bags but can’t seem to leave

This door never felt so heavy and big before

And if I have to carry the strength to support

your heart, darling

Trust me when I say that I got it. I can handle it. Life and death have made me strong

And these tears I spill in front of you, these hesitant feet, are proof of it.

I learned to stay and not run away anymore.

Even when washed ashore

You will find me at the edge of the sea the next chance I get.

Don’t give up on me.

I never wanted anything more

than you and I

and this love.

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For you

For the dark corners
you have learned to embrace
and the soft spaces
you still keep;
for the fragile strength
that has carried you through
and the bravery you’ve shown
when you stared death in the face
and chose instead
to live.
to love.

For the decision you make
day after day to keep hope
within reach
and let go of grief,
for the honest tears you’ve shed
so openly with yourself
and the mountains you climbed
on your way
to peace;
For your eyes and lips
and ears and fingertips
and hot breath in your lungs
for staying present
through it all;
For what was
what is
and what will be.
for growth.
For the voice you birthed from the pain
and for the courage you’ve found to walk away
and let the past
die for good.

For Spring after Winter.
For the light in the darkness.
For rebirth.
For you.

caution

I’ve learned to keep my thorns sharp,

even if I do happen to put some of them away ocassionally

You never know if this time I’ll need to use them

I build my walls and kick the ladder so he has to

climb and curse for me

I make him work and sweat for me, while giving only the bare minimum

a teaspoon of sugar just to keep him interested-

the sweetest honey comes from the Queen Bee

and now only the strong can manage to wrestle love

out of me.

 

What type of warrior are you?

Another dagger in the heart

You’d think by now that 

I’d have learned how 

to use my shield,

how to wield my sword…

Guess I’m just not

the type of warrior 

who fights off love.