settle your stomach
as we lie about
the how
and where
and for how long
but not what,
we always knew there was something –
we didn’t care what it was
as long as it was there.
I settled on your stomach
laughing about
the mess we have created
with our dishonesty
while your laughter
shook our skin
so that pieces of memories
fly in every direction
discharging our obligations –
if we cannot remember
our love
if we cannot define our feelings
maybe we never loved
maybe we never felt
at all.
on this colour-palette of paper
let me try to paint a picture of love
to the soundtrack of drums
and the intoxication of feeling young
and knowing that the summer comes
they kiss beneath the stars
they don’t know who they are
but who they want to be and what they see
an impish smile that warms the night
a hand to hold just for a while
until that while becomes a life
and that life is lived in the pursuit of light
no one knows when lovers will meet
or how serendipitous or sweet
no one knows how souls collide
or what makes a groom and what makes his bride
we know that when two people walk the same path
when they play music
create magic and make each other laugh
when they commit to one another
and fit into each other
then they become believers and friends
and family and lovers
but love cannot be explained with words alone
it is not a parable, a story or a poem
it is not a grey-scale poet
and a pot of ink
but a choice you make on the journey home
love is a picture of your creation
it the hues and the tones of your elation
it is yours, it is unique
it is the soundtrack of your heartbeat
it was formed in that moment your colours collided
your future revealed in the light it provided
One day you may find this message. Just know that today you were forced to find strength that you never knew you needed. Life is never simple. It is lonely. It is surprisingly unhappy, even when it looks like it is on the up and up. Remember to keep climbing. One day you will read this message and it will tell you to look behind you. Only when you have seen how far you have come, will you know what strength it took to get here.
I wrote this message in my diary, to give me strength and hope. When I wrote it, I knew I would need it. I recently found it. I have needed it.
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