April 14-19, 2023
As I lay there with my finger tips brushing against your spine,
I cannot help but think about how close I was to giving up;
Coming to terms with the fact that I would never once again have my heart flutter,
That I would never find a connection that felt natural,
That I would never have someone look at me and light up in a specific way,
That I would never find my person to love and cherish.
As my lips lightly press against your skin and the soft sigh you always let out,
I cannot help but think how foolish I was before;
Now being shown that my heart never gets a break from fluttering when you're around,
That I was able to have a naturally deeper connection with ease.
That I have a partner who always has this specific expression when he looks at me that makes my heart race,
That I have finally found my person to give all my love to.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
