the-glass-child

So you will meet many __omeones_ who will give a new definition to your name. And you can not build walls, must not close the door and please don__ hide,because if you ask me about hurt and loveI will say love. Love because the hurt will come and go no matter what, but only love makes it worth while. Only love can cure it. Don__ be scared. Go. Love.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn__ know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

It's the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day _ or as he sleeps _ simply breathing in and out, in and out, and it's like the hymn that sings me to peace. I know the world is still out there and I know I'm not yet friendly to its pace, but as long as I know him with me, here, there, somewhere _ us _ I know I have a chance.

6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don__ know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.

I said __ love you so much it__ killing me__nd you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet says__ am willing to die to remain by your side__nd love was never a static place of restbut the last second of euphoriawhile throwing yourself out from a 20 store windowto be able to say__ flew before I hit the ground_,and it was glorious.Don__ be sorry.The fall was beautiful, dear.The crash was beautiful.

... and it was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I notwhen everything I__e ever known has slowly gone awayand I know by now that that__ the way you let the new day in with new roads and views and chances to growbut it was quite a sad thing because I don__ want this to ever become __hen_ or __as_ and it was quite an unfamiliar thing. The way I took off my shoes again, put down my bag and quietly went back to bed, slowly between the sheets of moments I don__ want to leaveand it was quite a beautiful thing the way you had no idea but still must have known because you did not even open your eyes, but turned around and took my hand and you were still asleep, breathing in and out like nothing could go wrong, but still held my hand like you were glad I didn__ leave. __hank you for staying__nd it was quite a wonderful thing, the way I smiled and so did you, sound asleep, and that__ all I need to know for now. That__ all I want to know for now.

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.