Cercheart

I was always loud. I was always climbing and crawling around. I was always bouncing off the walls. I was always playing in the mud. I was never tired and I never seemed to sleep. I was always breaking things. I was always apologizing for breaking things. I was always bothering you. You were always being bothered. You were always quiet. You were always reading books that were too old for you. You were always telling me all about them. I was always asking questions. You were always answering them. I was always making a mess. You were never cleaning up afterwards. You were always wanting books. I was always wanting to play outside. I w

What song is it, love, That puts me to sleep on a whim? What sound is it, love, That calms my heart And quiets my mind? There are some songs, yes, That can calm my heart And there are some songs, yes, That can quiet the noise in my mind, But that’s because, love, They remind me of you. The songs of my lullaby, love, Are those songs that sing, Sing of you, love, here with me The songs that remind me, love, Of when you’re here with me The words of my lullaby, love, They sing me softly to sleep Because in their words, love, I hear your voice in my ear And so my lullaby, love, Is not a song but a sound, The sound of your voice, lov

I’m writing this to remember, To not forget those moments; The moments we shared that night. They weren’t what they’d think, Not the touches of lovers, Or the caresses of hands Where they shouldn’t be. They were just touches, Touches of love from me to you, Passing on as electricity, From my fingertips to yours, From the gentle brush of my fingers on your face, To the gentle bump as or foreheads knocked together. I’m writing this to remember, To remember waking up sweating, Remembering that you were lying next to me To remember the hour we spent, Where neither could sleep, But neither wanted to. While we lay

I'm sorry If what i'm asking for you don't want to give i'm sorry if the things i say are things you don't want to hear i'm sorry for everything i've done that's pulled a piece out of your heart i'm sorry that the things i love about you are things that you don't want to show i'm sorry that the way i fall apart sends cracks through you i'm sorry how whenever we try to talk we end up hurting ourselves too i'm sorry that the words that i want to say aren't really the words you probably want to hear and i'm sorry that despite all of that i can't let you go

In an old house on a hillside, i locked away a chest a chest that has my heart, my emotions, locked up tight, so that i have time to rebuild the walls that hold them in my chest so that i have time to sort through this maze of thoughts tucked away inside my head

How can I say these words? These words that i know will crack shatter you into a million pieces tear our heart apart, after we spent so long pushing it together how can i say these words? these words that must be said our heart will be torn apart, separated once again. How can i say these words? these words that will break, break you into so many pieces it may take years to put yourself back together again. how can i say these words, without them meaning goodbye? For it is not goodbye, not forever. How can i say these words, to make you understand? that it's not you i'm running from but myself? that i'm running not to hurt you, but to

You: a word a simple word it means so little but to me so much three letters of text yet without a doubt when i hear it said you come to mind how is it that such a simple word can mean so much to me how is it that such a simple word can evoke memories vivid and beautiful how is it that such a simple, quiet word can break me down, only to pull me to my feet, pull me up to wrap me in an embrace, the embrace that like magic can erase the cracks in my mind how is it that you, you beautiful, strong, crazy girl who stumbled into my life, latched onto my hand without my ever noticing, and captured my heart from inside my chest how is it that yo

Why do we hurt each other with these games we play? these contests that no one wins... How can they seem fun to start but lose the fun until we're lost sitting on two sides of a two-way mirror in stony silence and i'm left just yearning for a touch of your skin how can our pride hurt us so how can we be so stubborn as to not let our faces show to those who care the most

If I’m truly happy with my life Why do I feel so empty all the time? Not when I’m around you, Or even around other people But I go home at night, And I’m not there I talk and I move And I think But there’s nothing there, At least not something I can bear If I’m truly happy Why do I have scars? Why am I always empty? You notice, but you say nothing… All I want is for you to say something, Because knowing that you care enough to ask – That is something that can mean the difference Between a smile and a scar, Between happiness and sadness

Let Children be Children Let them love until their hearts burst into a thousand pieces Because only then will they learn to piece themselves back together again Let them hope and wonder and question and ponder Because only then will they search for the answers Let them fall down, Because only then will they learn to get back up. But most of all Let children be children Do not force upon them the responsibility of adulthood Or the boundaries of maturity Do not force upon them religion Let them follow their own hearts to their own gods Let children be children. Allow them to make mistakes Lessons are not learned through experience, not through