This here is a piece of me that I find solitude in, writing in a way that expresses what's in my little brain.

 

Just listen 

 

I feel as if my words at the moment are being chewed up and spat right back out 

Its been a while since I spoke to someone as they read every word leaking from my lips 

The intense eye contact and the the little grin that veers slightly to the left as you go from chapter to chapter

Maybe this is what the world has come to, words of little importance 

I want someone to read all my pages, ask me about my dreams and the things I want to do before I die 

I'm tired of half hearted conversations with people who just hear, rather than consume my words 

My sweet, sweet words 

I'm not sure if I’m asking for a lot or a just a little 

I want someone to see me, and love the way I think

To agree or to disagree 

I just want you to listen 

 

 

 

Trust me 

 

Trust me when I say - when it is right, everything you love so ruthlessly will love you back with the same connection. Trust me when I say - when it is right , the things you reach for in life, the things you hope for, they will reach back. And I promise you, when that happens you will understand that all the things you ached for that did not work out, all the hearts that failed to appreciate the home you made for them inside yourself, they were not the things that broke you or made you less worthy. No, instead you will see that they built you. They taught you about yourself. They lead you to the person you were born to be, and they guided you to the person you’re supposed to be with. They shaped you. They challenged you. They grew you. 

 

 

July 

 

You sound like a lukewarm lullaby 

Light beams through your blinds and the singing of the trees 

Sweet nothings spoken from your lips 

Reoccurring visions of your eyes

Full of joy

Like the yellow in the flowers 

Rays of divine sombre 

And rose stained cheeks

On a sweet July morning 

 

Felicity 

 

You are so kind and pure, your energies remind me of those forests where the little flowers are beginning to sprout, hues of blues laced across the ground. They look like your eyes and your pretty little rose stained cheeks. You’re so creative and full of light and I can’t wait to watch you grow like the flowers I talk about. You read every page of my spine like it’s your own, my sweet bluebell girl. 

 

 

Consistency 

 

You deserve a consistent love 

You deserve a love that chooses you everyday 

You deserve a love that’s sure 

A love that is steady 

A love that is soft in all forms 

You deserve a love that sees you at your best and meets you at your worst 

You deserve a peaceful love 

A playful love 

A love that prioritise you through every season of life