Everyone has the capacity for kindness.
There’s joy in the small moments, too.
None of us were meant to do this alone.
And what if we found
little pockets of love
in moments of fading daylight?
What if I rested in a second of beauty,
in a stopped car at the peak of sunset?
In the spaces between words in
a liana flores’ song?
I want my nails painted the same
shade of pink as your lips,
I want a little piece of you
with me everywhere I go.
There aren’t enough words in me, I think,
to describe how much I care for you.
I try anyway.
I looked in the mirror the other day
and, just for a second,
I saw myself in my eyes.
I felt that this body might belong to me.
How close can we be?
You and I, before we start to melt
into each other?
And if I don’t pick up the phone,
it’s because I need more time alone.
I want less screens,
more pictures of flowers.
Less work, let’s hang,
and maybe kill a couple hours.
If I’m blowing bubbles in the break room,
will you laugh with me?
This life’s too short and everyone
here is way too serious.
Please don’t take me too seriously.
Most days I want you here with me.
Most days I watch the sun set,
I hope for something good
in my future, it hasn’t happened yet.
Days pass like passing cars and
I don’t really have the patience
to keep going like I have been.
Not really sure where I’m going
and don’t even know
where I’m at right now.
I keep finding myself in spaces
with no idea how I got there,
like how did we get here?
I guess it doesn’t matter.
And thank God for my friends,
or I’d probably be dead.
I’m always in my head,
it’s a very dark place sometimes.
I’ve never seen a light as bright as yours.
Bathing in it for a moment
gives me enough strength to keep going.
I don’t want to scare you,
but I hope you know I really care for you.
Fear is the only thing that stops me
from saying those three words.
But I hold them in my heart
every day, the same way you
hold space for all my emotions.
For once, I don’t feel like I’m
going through the motions.
I keep trying to make my way to you.
And someday soon,
I’d like to wake up to you.
Side by side, just sitting
in silence in morning sun.
And for me, that’s enough.
Just your touch, that’s enough.
Let’s leave it here before I do too much.
I just thought that you should know,
that’s really all there is to know.
To, my love.
Edited by Rachel Goulston
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