Poetry

The end.

imageDeath. The end.
Death. The end.

Death is a harsh reality.
Some understand death, embrace it, others fear it.
It’s an inevitable stage in life, no one can escape.
So all we can do is cherish the life we have remaining.
Embrace those surrounding us, our loved ones and try to live without regrets.
Change to become who we want to be when we meet death.
I want to meet death head-on.
I don’t want it to take me in my sleep.
I want to see it coming.
I want to know what is happening.
Death is the end.
I want mine to be a good end.
I want it to be a perfect end.
Without regrets.
Without sadness.
With love.
And, satisfaction.
And, understanding.
But mostly love.

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The Idea of Perfection.

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1. When you stare at him from under your lashes, only to find him staring at you from across the room.
2. When he intertwines your left hand with his right one.
3. When he zones in to your eyes and gazes all intensely like he could jump inside and live there forever.
4. When he kisses your shoulder gently in the passing.
5. When he writes you poems about how it’s supposed to be your forever kind of love.
6. When he jokes around with you because he doesn’t feel like he has to be careful not to step on your toes all the time.
7. When you can be honest with each other about everything without the fear of judgement because you have seen all the ugly parts of him and he has seen all the broken parts of you.

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What Love Wears.

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1. His arms around your waist, holding tight.
2. The scent of giddy expectations all over your body.
3. The promises of being by your side, sometimes forever, sometimes for just a moment.
4. The feeling of being whole the morning after.
5. The little pecks all over your being.
6. The smile that never leaves your face.
7. The need to shout from the top of a high rise about how wonderful he is.
8. The discovery of feelings you never thought you would have.
9. The stars in your eyes when you think of him.
10. The comfort in the silence as you lay in each other’s arms.
11. The need to write poems about his crooked smile and his deep, beautiful eyes.

P.S. This one came back after being MIA for 4 days. So.