Love

Nothing says love more than
simply being there
for someone who is crying their insecurities out on the floor
at 3 A.M.
bearing their pain
that is silence broken by the sound of their tears
knowing that this won’t be their last breakdown
and you choose to stay.
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attraction brings you in,
but love makes you stay

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Love

Gift

“What would you like to get as your birthday gift?”
The thing is I never prepared an answer for this.

A gift is a sincere thought.
That the gifter sees this item and thought,
“she will love this” or “this is just the thing for her”

The best part of receiving a gift is the suspense as you open the wrapping,
wondering what this person decided to give.
It could range from anything cheap and useful, to something branded and expensive.
But you would never know unless you decide to open the wrapping.

I have asked God for many gifts,
many gifts that He decided not to give.
Not because He did not want to give,
but because He has a better gift.

A gift that He knew would be just the best for me.
A gift that was unexpected when I unwrapped it, but God knew that I will love.
A gift that God knew that I will take care of.

A gift that will last a lifetime.

An early birthday gift for me,
is the day you were born.
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Happy birthday.

Gift

Puzzle

Two imperfect pieces,
with different grooves and edges.
Each were not broken nor incomplete,
each were perfectly neat.

Where one was lacking, the other had more,
and in that empty space, they meet.
Like the perfect snug, they fit.
No need to search for a missing piece anymore.

Put together, pulled apart through time,
and distance that is far.
No matter how pulled apart they are,
they will be put together in time.

Because they are the imperfect pieces that fit perfectly only with each other.

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And when they are together, everything makes sense again.

Puzzle

Awake

Have I ever told you why I hate closing my eyes and sleep?
Because I can reach out to you when I’m awake

When the nightmares are chasing me,
it’s easy to wake up because you are my reality

I used to live in the field of dreams,
but the reality is better than what it seems

Because you are there

I’m lying awake,
afraid of what will show up if I close my eyes.

I’m lying awake,
because I want to see you again.
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Si vis amari, ama.

Awake

(Im)perfection.

Perfection, flawless, impeccable.
Unrealistic and unattainable.

Mistakes and flaws.
Gripping my heart like claws.

Until when will I punish myself?

This perfection obsession,
hazed my reflection.

Is the mirror dirty or is my brain cloudy?

The more I avoid making mistakes,
the more I make mistakes.

What do I do after the mistakes are made?

Acknowledge and learn.
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I’m perfection in my imperfection.

(Im)perfection.

Prayer

A little girl prays on her knees,
begging to God that one day she will be cherished.
She prayed that as her hair grows to her knees,
her love would also have flourished.

After years, her dreams were shattered,
her heart was hurt,
its pieces were scattered,
her hair was cut short.

She hated God.

For years her hair was kept short,
and she built herself a fort.
She took herself for a fool,
oh how could God be so cruel?

She was told that she was worthless.
She believed that she was undeserving.

A worthless woman, undeserving of love.

So many people God took away from her,
He told her to patiently wait.
Then He sent a man to her,
a man who is set to be her fate.

A man who would cherish her.

As she grows her hair again,
her love will reign,
her love will not go in vain.
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Because he made her believe in love and God again.

Prayer