This Deserves To Blow Up! So Beautifuly Written.

This deserves to blow up! So beautifuly written.

Selfishly, I hope I have left an imprint on your heart - I hope my name is signed on one of the chambers with a lock only I have the key to. I hope when the sun comes through your blinds on Sunday mornings you remember how I would lay there next to you, back bare, my eyes staring into yours. I hope when the girl sitting across from you laughs you think about mine, how it would fill the room and your chest just the same. I hope you look back on the kind of love we had and realize it was a once in a lifetime chapter of the novel you now have to continue writing without me. Selfishly, I hope there’s still time for me to be the one who’s there until the very last page.

If not, help me let you go.

It all works out at the end.

Picture

I see the rich colour of green, pav its way through the trees.

I sense the drops so light, escaping my hand- a little flight.

I feel the smell of petrichor, The bird moving seems an anchor.

I see them fly, The colour uncomprehensive as if a reflection of a situation so aggressive.

The monkey stands on top of the drill, as if intimidating me from the hill.

It seems a perfect picture, the right mixture of emotions but finner.

All the creatures moving swifter- the monkey, the dogs, The clouds so grey or the mister.

It seems as no other.

Unrequited Love

Unrequited love is one when I feel so close to you 

yet you so far from me.

Unrequited love is one when I buy you a flower

which reminds me of you

 but it remains a mere piece in your vast collection.

Unrequited love is one when I perceive your smile in the dawn

but you a mere beam of light emitting from the morning sky.

Yes, it is love,

however,

solely felt from me to you and my dear, 

How I long to break these chains of emotions holding me

from writing this letter and leaving it on your table 

while you read your favourite fable.

How I wish to remain no longer be bounded by these threads of feelings,

by these threads of love

that remain solely felt by me for you.

These threads of unrequited love, my dear.

Bloom where you are planted, yes, but don’t let fear stop you from changing your soil - you know where you are meant to grow.

~ Jessica Herrera

I need to file a report, I'm being stalked.

My motivation was going strong, and then it went 📉