I loved you from the first time I saw you. Mean. Beautiful. Full of purpose. Living in your truths and not afraid to share your wisdom. I remember that first dance. How I felt like I was in this trance, fantasy world. With my fantasy girl. Vibrations high. Souls alined. Peace and comfort moved me into something deeper than I’ve ever known. We locked eyes across the room, and you said I love you too. Knowing what I was thinking and feeling without me having to move my lips. The way our minds and hearts were connected it was like being conjoined like hips. My safe space and everything. Could’ve been the true love of my life until I ruined it. I never knew a love like this. Could’ve been why I sabotaged it. How do you connect so deeply with a soul. See them on a level no one else has and love them so much you had to let go? I knew I couldn’t be that person you fell for because i got lost in the world instead of loving the world that was created when we connected. I regret a lot. But never loving you. My fantasy girl.
I could place your heart in my pocket, but truthfully that isn’t the right placement for something so precious. To me it says I’ll forget about you and sit on your love constantly. Meanwhile I’m thinking of a way to stitch your heart with mine, so that when I constantly live and feel each heartbeat I think of how precious you are to me. How I won’t dare do anything to hurt my heart because I love me enough to take care of me, So why would I put yours in my pocket and hide it from the world when I can place it behind mine so that even if any harm comes our way, I would get hit first To protect yours. Baby I realize your love is treasure, the true value of everything you are exist in there, so why would I dare go and damage it when you are me. I realize you deserve more and maybe even more than me but I’d die protecting you even if it’s protecting you from me.
I lost my world. She was the type of girl that knew how to make you smile when you had a bad day. The type that would make you mad but so beautiful that looking into her eyes would change every bit of anger you might’ve felt. She’d rub my chest so effortlessly and with each stroke I felt so much love. Her smile would brighten up and bad day or make a good one much more vibrant. We had fun, so much of it. She introduced me to new things and places and a different level of maturity but things took a turn. She turned into someone I wasn’t use to. Then instead of being beautiful together it became damaged. Broken. Sad. Depressing. Always love between the both of us but because of life we skipped passed loving each other to being against one another. Not realizing that as long as we had each other we would figure things out together. But we both lost sight and acted out in ways that tarnished our union. We tried to get it back we knew we fucked it up. We didn’t know how to get it right so I had to let her go. Doesn’t mean my heart don’t ache knowing I’m going to wake up alone now. That, her smile isn’t going to light my heart like it use to. That those laughs and moments we shared is now just memories and I can’t live them. There’s no more US. We’re two souls that were together and now we’re over and going our separate ways I can’t help but to feel like somethings missing. And it’s you. But in my mind I know it’s the right thing to do. They said true love find its way back, and even if we don’t find our way back I’m still lucky to have known what a piece of love felt like.
I never meant to hurt you, never meant to make you cry, but in it I was alone and it took a while to decide.
Decided if it was meant to hold on to, decide if I was thinking too much, even decide to let you go because of how hard I seen you try.
It was never meant to break you, never meant to hurt you, never my intentions to become like the others, which is why I told the truth.
I didn’t hide how I felt and didn’t treat you like shit, I didn’t even go out of my character and solved my frustration with my fist.
I was meant to show you what love looked like and prepare you for who you were meant for. I knew it wasn’t me I was just kidding myself and got caught up in lust that love never took place.
I didn’t get butterflies, or felt like I couldn’t do it without you. You may have felt it for me but it was a one way story.
True love will just happen not forced. I didn’t want to force myself to care for you in a way you did for me cause it wasn’t fair to me. Neither to you to have to wait for me to be sure if you were the one to grow with.
I wanted to feel like everything in the room stopped when I seen you. Like my heart skipped a beat once I kissed you. Like the night was my favorite cause I would wake up next to you.
It wasn’t meant to lead you into a path of hurt, it just wasn’t meant for us to work.
I had a crush on you, though you never knew me. Always thought you were cute and I heard stories bout the person you came to be.
It wasn’t no stalker shit, I never pressed the friend request button, but always wanted to but I felt I wasn’t worthy. I wondered if you were loved properly, as I just knew I could do it better those other chicks wasn’t worthy. I’d fantasize kissing you like in one of those movies. It actually kinda funny. I imagined making love and babies and marriage like I knew you personally. Like I had an encounter with you at least once in life, how I wish you were my story. Like you were mine and we could build something and make history, like the chains that were bound upon us was the challenge for us to become an icon. I thought wrong. Had this vision in my head like someone forgot to turn the lights on, cause it seems kinda crazy to fantasize about you the way I did and could never build up the courage enough to say I wanted you, so strong. But I’d never thought I would have a chance so I took a different road on. My existence wasn’t a factor in your world, I couldn’t love you or talk to you though I imagined many times you were the one. I promise I’m not crazy to have all these thoughts about someone, especially someone I never met in life. And I don’t think I’m wrong for the thought of you in my arms.
(To be continued)…..
Brianna Whittington ©
I can love the part you hate the most about yourself, where you see an emptiness, I see a place I can fill.
I can see past your fear, of loving someone and being hurt, I’ve been there too, but it’s more than your heart that I see in you.
I can change how others made you feel, by loving you the way you always wanted but always lacked and accumulated many disappointments that brought you to this moment.
I can make you question my love, but once I show you all I can do, I can also make you accept what your not use to.
I can make you laugh and feel wanted, I can play with your body and love your mind yet carefully hold your heart in the same place as mine.
I can give you more than the usual. But can you handle the abnormality of what I’m willing to hand you.
I can make foreign things become home, and that means safe, but I understand your fragile from the past and this is a weird place, yet I’m willing to do it all and still wait.
Bruises heal in time, it takes taking care of wounds for them to heal, so why not let me care for those wounds and we both watch what’s real.
I can and I know you want me to, but don’t let the past make you miss out on what’s rare and true. Someone who don’t love them can never love you, and I love myself enough to love more than you.
I allowed my shield to be withdrawn from my world. Then I allowed you to explore my land. Know my ins and outs, my beauty and my rough areas that needed some reconstruction. You came to me telling me your good at rebuilding and I agreed to let you help me rebuild my world into something beneficial to more than myself to give back into what my dreams were.
I opened myself in every way I could. True naked exposure.
While I was exposing my world you didn’t let me explore yours. When I asked questions as to what your dreams were, you always answered my focus is you.
I didn’t see the signs of secrecy.
The entire time I was exposing myself and I realize the hurt behind it, I found you did expose yourself. As the deceiver you truly were. You took my beautiful exposure as a field to plot your advantage spree.
So now as I re-shield my world, the next explorer will have to prove more of their worthiness to journey through my truths.
He motivates me. Always say what I need to hear when I’m slacking on my dreams. He uplifts my dreams as though he say I shouldn’t give up on what I believe.
But he says I do the same for him. He continues to grow and he acknowledges mine as well.
He guides me to challenge my spirituality. Be proud of my color. Me more informative about my surroundings and how to get out of the struggle.
He’s not a man of just words but action.
I wouldn’t doubt his love because he always show and tells me in ways everyone doesn’t have to know.
It’s not for everyone to know, he makes sure that I know first.
His integrity and self worth is noticeable to everyone around him.
It’s an honor to know him.
When I look into your eyes, I can see your very soul. The depths of its beauty and the intimacy of your world.
I can see a galaxy of love and sunshine all around you, it’s what they call a halo, but with you it’s more like a crown of true purpose.
Made perfectly, made just for me. When I’m around you it isn’t a me or a you, just 2 hearts combining into one, one soul, one life connected by God himself and if I can admit, I say my soulmate.
Not just the way I feel with you but, what I don’t without you. You complete me, not just have my heart in your hand or pocket, but as if you attached it to your own and created a new heart.
How can I not have sex with you, and feel like I have, how can I lay next to you and hold you and be satisfied physically? How can your kisses mean more than the words I love you when you’ve shown me enough, I don’t need them.
Our spirits intertwined, LoveTogether, I know when I’m with you there’s no place greater. So if I die in your arms I’ve made it to heaven, and if I’m dreaming don’t wake me.
Life just isn’t worth living, if you can’t live it with me.