You join the circle

to throw the frisbee around

my heart speeds up

you pass to me

that stupid blue disc

slides through my fingers

you don't react

to the easy throw i couldn't catch

the game goes on

i watch you from out the corner of my eye

i notice how you throw

gentler just to me

wish it were just me

and you

wish i could tell you

your the reason

i can't catch

The purest love comes from a part of your heart you never knew existed.

The part of your heart that has gone unnoticed until someone touches it.

That touch awakens something you can't explain, but it feels so good.

It feels good on a mental level, a physical level, and a spiritual level.

Mentally, you now have thoughts that never crossed your mind.

Physically, your body calls for this person... almost needs them.

Spiritually, you connect on a level where your energy intertwines with theirs.

When you love someone unconditionally, you love them from that pure part of your heart.

love:

is a Fantasy we have

with ourself; it's rare

that we can share it,

with somebody else.

#love: #pure #challenge

I see your little face

grinning in a Power Rangers suit

Red, of course that would be your favorite

You are so small

hands so tiny

your smile is the cutest thing

I see a home-video

your sisters playing violin together

very out of tune

you in the background

not more than 4

spinning around to the music

holding your sippy cup

the entire time

I wonder if our children

will have your fluffy hair

your curiosity, independence

If I will see your smile on their face

hear your sass in their voice

I see your old pictures,

I fangirl over them

forever thanking my lucky stars

Your family-history focused aunt

Discovered Facebook

You might think I'm weird

But I just think your adorably sweet

Thankfully, you love me anyway

And together wonder about the future

while looking back fondly at the past

As children we love people as we really should. we dont care about looks we care about who shared their toys with us. We dont expect to get in their bed that night but for us to call them when a bad dream comes. Young love isnt just a fling it is a future marriage. They dont think it will end but that they will be together forever. Young love is the simple yet complex matter of taking turns with games and being happy for the other person. Young love dosnt cheat they only stay true to eachother. Young love is so crisp it is like the leaves the kids pounce on and It is more pure then the color of snow after the first snow strom when the kids are exited for a snow day. Its going to bed early because you cant wait to see them in class when they get the mutiplication promblem right. Where they live to see the love that it gives them and the proudness of being theirs.

All I need in this world to survive and thrive instead of merely exist is someone who will love me. Someone who truly cares about me. They say first you must love your self before you can love someone else.  That’s bull shit, you aren’t born loving yourself, you aren’t born with a sense of self confidence or self worth. They are learned attributes. We learn our worth and our value from the people around us,  what we’re told, how we’re spoken to, how we are treated.  All of our self perception derives from that. This is a true yet disturbing thought,  the entire foundation that we build 100% of our existances self perception on is nothing but a mimicry of someone else’s opinion of our worth. For example while growing up you’re raised in a loving caring nurturing home, with positive renforcement, chances are you’ll have a healthy self worth. Where as if you’re raised in a home when you’re ignored, told you’re not good enough, that nothing you do is right, filled with negative and physical punishments, your self worth is going to be pretty low. How as humans are we suppose to learn how to do anything if at first we are not shown how. If no one has ever shown you love, you’ll never know how to love yourself because no one has ever shown you that you’re worth being loved.

The eyes

and the arms

holding you

but

but

sometimes they are holding you

back

She is driving, crying.

The wheel beneath her hands is steady. Yet, they tremble.

He reaches for a lighter.

She is gasping for air.

He lights her a cigarette.

Chokes on the smoke.

Gently places it in between her once shaking fingers.

She takes a drag.

She stares at herself

So bare and exposed

With a softness in her eyes

And a tightness in her cheeks

She brings herself joy

Then takes another peak

With eyes so wide

And lips so frail

A tear falls down

Her Rosie little cheek

She shatters inside

Like the mirror she sees

Cutting her soul

And making her bleed

She grabs her dress

And picks up her shoes

Wipes off her face

And gets in the mood

To meet all the guests

Dancing in her ballroom

Before she knows

Her prince enters the room

Leaving nothing but the sound

Of his clicking shoes

He asks for a dance

With a bow and a hand

Gazes into her eyes

And kisses her forehead

He tells her she's beautiful

With a smile so kind

That she can't help but

Advert her eyes

He sees her tears

And grabs her chin

Pulling her close

Into his embrace

She looks into his eyes

Lost by the sea

She realizes

He was meant for her