I’ve got moonlight in my hands
The warmth of a star so close to me
can’t even comprehend
This beautiful soul I see
She’s got this smile about her
That from the corner gently teases
Coaxing kisses from lips so soft
My heart skips into pieces
It’s not often I’m silent in her presence
Pumping her full of my pointless banter
But just one glance up from those eyes
And nothing I’ve said matters
She’s snowfall over bonfires
Or rainfall in a drought
She’s the Carmel to my apple
And everything life’s about
So with this moonlight in my hands
And the warmth of a star so close to me
We’ll stroll through the darkness
Blowing down blunt wrapped trees
I had to fall apart to see all the pieces
Laid out in front of me like a road map to recovery I could pinpoint exactly where the rip in my seem was. I had been stuffing myself full of nothings. Full of air, no weight inside threatening to collapse from lack of structure. Who taught you how to love? I had been stumbling along crafting hopes and dreams but what was 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮….
This is an ode to the often misinterpreted loves.
To the friendships that seem deep and knowing, when really they’re just a tally of who’s done what so far. The friendships that at one time seemed close, but lately just exists. The ones who’ve turned their confidant into a sounding board, just someone to talk at rather than talk to. Those close friends who can no longer determine if they hate you or just the things you do.
A toast to the parents who should be loving an understanding, but instead have become judgemental and demanding. No longer wishing for your hopes and dreams, but envious of your “unearned” success. Cause you know….you had it easy because of them.
Oh and lets not forget those lovers of past and present. Those everlasting, never-ending, enduring, unconditional..you name it, loves. The ones who said they’d never hurt you, leave you or deceive you loves. The ones who smile in you’re face and tell you “Everything’s Great“, loves. Those tricky, conniving ……..convince you the relationships “thriving” loves. You fall asleep next to, but wake alone loves. The “hey I called you”oh “i didn’t mean to text YOU” loves. The “I love you” but I’m not in “LOVE” with you loves.
Hollow relationships are hard to identify till you look internally and realize you’re not whole. You may walk, talk, and motion through the movements……but are YOU really there. It’s just a shell. You’re saying what you think is right….but do you believe it. You’re reacting how you THINK you should, but do you feel it. Are you there? Sometime you don’t know it’s not reality. If you fake it long enough, it’s easier to swallow. Don’t be hollow. Say what you mean. Show how you feel. Real love will endure.