An Inquisition

To be asked if you're worthy of me,
with an inability to promptly respond,

I consider if you're asked of comparable questions.
Brushed by an insecure importune,
a fictitious reality, a definitive romance.

A question on my lips will remain:

will you affirm yourself authentic?

So much to fall for,

and I'm caught in a rapid descent,

so much yet to apprehensively explore.
I submit to an uninvited envy,

though present only to protect a heart.
Trust: an uncomfortable, unfamiliar reliance,

an ignorant faith follows closely behind.

With inundated responsibility,

a question on my lips will remain:

ever will I be granted the opportunity to affirm myself authentic?

Dear Diary

How did I get here?
Amidst this chaos, I'm looking for love.

Devotion Of Emotion

Invisible insecurities,
I fall, to be held up by you.
A solicitous doubt of an unimaginable reality,
it's a killing so composedly taut.
Are we an unfolding recollection,
or a preferential attainment?

To lose you exerts a colossal qualm,
despite being of mine to lose.
Bound by my feelings,
subjugating me somewhat slowly.
So obliviously compliant,
thus crashing quite unquestionably for you.

Close enough to cautiously flit with butterflies,
yet proven distantly capable of encountering dismay.
A mind so preoccupoed, an infinite thought of you,
current advancements and entertained anticipations.
Lowering my guard,
I apprehensively desire.
Will the future line up with our truth?

Quest

Some don't have to search,
their niche found early in life,
so seemingly complacent and resigned.
Resentful, though generally I do not understand,
they too, seldom understand.

A searcher,
not unhappy, nor completely content.
Enduring to explore,
with a hope to apprehend.

To walk along the beach;
inevitably drawn to the ocean,
taken by its power and unceasing motion,
of it's mystery and unspeakable beauty.
Forests, mountains, deserts,
hiden rivers, and the restless cities,
attractions all accustomed.

Affliction as near as laughter.
Ambitious for life itself,
for anything ineffable it can offer.
To love, and to be loved,
relationships that will not impede the wanderings
nor prevent the search.

To prove oneself is futile,
to compete for love is trivial.
Wanderers and dreamers,
lovers who dare to ask of life
for everything that is beautiful.

Invaluable Ideals

Good morning text messages.

Making someone elses day.
Connecting emotionally to a song.
Having no plans.
Sleeping in my own bed after going away.
Taking time to smell flowers.
Freshly cleaned bed linen.
Bathing with candles.
Looking outside and seeing birds in the trees.
The smell of rain.
Gazing up at the heavens on a clear winters night.
Comfortable silences.
Sleeping with at least three blankets on my bed.
Receiving notes.
Sitting whilst having a shower, thinking over life.
Fond memories, inside jokes, beautiful hearts.
The sound of crickets at night.
Listening to the pitter patter of the rain.
Smiles from strangers.
Hope.

Knowing that hard times make me stronger,
even though they tear me apart at the time.

Desirous

They say sometimes you're further than the moon
sometimes closer than my skin.
You were closer than my skin
the evenings spent alone with you in bliss.
The mornings you awoke me with a gentle kiss,
the evenings I sat alone and reminisced.
Look up, look up, look up into the sky, love.
You see that moon shining so high above us?
I like to think it does, just because He loves us.