Trapped in you

31
30
31
15
months.
counting days till middles and middles till the end.
then weeks in a month and days in a week and hours in a day.
 time crept.
and time flew.
   hearts wept.
and hearts hoped.

Nothing's changed yet everything has

silently scream my hope

This time, this goodbye was happy.
I'd call it over due
Perhaps that's just my own thoughts. sorry it's true.

June 6 and August 15.
     eyes. arms. lips. Sometimes plans fall through.
A planner girl hoping for that now you've really caught me crazy.

"And there's something I need to say But I feel too afraid Cause when it's real there's a risk A chance that I'm nervous to take Oh my Oh my I think that I have fallen Cause you are gold...
And I will wait If it's time you need What I see in you I hope you find in me Cause you are gold."

You're only 19

I caught the early train 

I like to be prepared, be on time. 

But when I sat and turned to look at the view we turned left 

and the plan was to turn right 

                        Wrong train

           Rushed to catch 

Happened to miss 

a heart and a faith of one that never faileth

Yours and mine

Shattered and sharp. They're not shiny. We don't like to attract the attention. We paint them black matching the shadows with "I'm okay and it's okay's." We just throw it all in the top drawer. 

They seem to always cause a pain in the heart with every uncontrollable heavy sigh 

from holding onto too much. 

Or carrying too much. 

Do we make it more difficult than needed on ourselves? Tell me I am not so sure.

Praying for light. And a lightness.

Feelings of blind and feelings of heavy. 

Despite those feelings of broken pieces.

somehow the fact of two souls vulnerably bringing them out of the shadows, brought a sense of wholeness. 

Even just for that moment. 

Perhaps the greater goal of it all is to just seek after those moments as often as we get to. 

           You and I though. We need to stop thinking we need to do more. Be there more. Say more. Know more. you're enough. you're enough. you're enough. I love you still as we keep repeating it back to each other. 

"You're always going to be okay bud." 

I'll strive to keep telling you that because I'd like the feeling of sitting by your side until they are. 

Haven't we always done that anyways?