Sometimes when my pen hits the page something raw pours out. I have peppered my journals with poetry since my early teenage years; a way to let what I really felt, rumbling below my smile, adorn the page.

 

Sometimes the lines are lofty or brave or filled with wisdom. And other times the lines soft and heartbroken, filled with yearning and hope to find my match. I’ve carried this desire since I was a young girl. I’d often close my eyes and dream him up.

 

It’s likely the muse for the romantic slant to the novels I write while I dreamscape the page. He’s had violet eyes and jet black hair, or baby blues and freckles sprinkled across his nose or dark muscled forearms and a cheshire grin.

 

I know not what he’ll look like, as I’ll know him from within. 

 

This poem is what it is. I let it out and thought maybe someone else can relate to the untamed grief and coiled longing that results from a relationship gone south.

 

You know that person you thought you couldn’t live without? Look at you…living and shit ;)

 

 

Love, all in – by me

 

You made it look so easy

walking away

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We found each other

when nothing was easy

clinging to our worlds

nothing felt real

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Except you

Except us

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With you, love felt real

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You entered my heart

from the inside out

And now I’m alone

inside peering out

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Maybe we shared the same hunger

To know and be known

To feel and be felt

To love and be loved

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You made it look so easy

walking away

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And I’m forgetting how you feel

I’m forgetting you known

I’m forgetting you loved

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You made it look so easy

walking away

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And I’m still finding my way

to the man who walks

into my arms and my heart

meeting me all the way.

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Love, all in.