Language Barriers

Why is this how you interact with me?

Do you see me?

Do you even know me?

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The kind words that go unspoken

leave my heart longing

for recognition.

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It pains me to not hear

what I know you feel.

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When you give me things

it’s not the same

as when you spend

time with me.

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I see you talking your own language-

keeping the house clean,

cooking dinner for me,

and keeping the cats alive.

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I see these things but

they are not deeply felt in my heart.

It’s because my own predisposition to love.

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The way you speak to me,

of love and comfort,

of companionship and loyalty,

of trust and faith…

with actions of love,

does not resonate as well

as when spoken in my own language.

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But slowly I am learning yours

so I can feel love

and speak to you how you understand.

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

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love remains in a different way. (Time Capsule)

The nostalgia pains…

but I don’t wish it was the same~

 

I don’t miss me with you

or the things we used to do;

I don’t miss you or who we used to be,

 

I miss the way you used to spend time with me~

 

and I miss that familiar spot in my heart

that was first shown to you alone.

 

I feel that warm familiarity

shrinking as my new love,

my sometimes only love…

opens even more of my heart.

 

I’ve made the right choice with my heart

but it’s hard to process

when our relationship never finished it’s start.

 

I wish every relationship was

a start to finish whole lifetime.

 

Life would be much more wholesome.

 

~a song, a location, a stir in the winds

can all bring your heart back to me.

 

The moments we shared are

a perfect and precious eternity

locked in a capsule of time.

What we had was perfect…

 

would it have continued so if we never stopped?

As fate has it, probably not.

 

Alas, I’m on my new journey.

A new capsule of time

that shall allow me to explore in greater depth.

 

❤ Jessa

 

*this poem is about feeling the pang of nostalgia for what we once had and loved. when we feel nostalgia though, we do not have to act on it or even be actively missing someone. we can simply miss and long for those precious moments shared. those moments that forever remain untainted and perfect because they are an unchanging part of the past. forever locked in perfect memory.

oh to be able to re-watch my life…

Awareness (Living Closer)

It’s interesting that now the more I am in your presence, 

the more anxiety I feel. 

It’s as if I now have more opportunity,

to fail. 

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Living with you is a delight and a frieght,

for I sit at home and dream of ways to be ‘right’…

to be more perfect for you;

but you never asked me to change, 

did you?

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So all this anxiety and fear in my head

comes upon me

because of my own

negative disposition

to self assessment. 

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Free Flow Thoughts- Grow caterpillar, grow

I don’t know where to begin,

feeling lost- uncomfortable in my own skin.

Sitting back and analyzing,

unable to find where I de-railed.

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If I can’t find where I de-railed

how can I expect to re-rail?

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…but do we have to start where we left off?

is it not possible,

to create and de-rail

at any time-

unbennounced to the world?

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There is a hiatus,

a learning curve,

a gap

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between what I was

and what I am yet to be.

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I am like a fetus in the womb-

the start of something unknown

for many years after their arrival.

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No longer an egg,

a sperm,

or an idea

but becoming…

becoming of their own self, 

before knowledge of self.

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I am like a larvae in a cocoon…

past the pain of being a caterpillar-

growing past the pains of being alive

and releasing the fears rooted in survival

and giving it up to the universe.

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I know I will emerge as I should.

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In these moments of lapse,

in this hiatus of time,

something magical is brewing…

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on the edge of

what everyone knew me to be,

what they think I will be,

and what I will become.

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There is a shift in the tides.

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Waiting,

unleashing,

resurrecting

all past,

present,

and future

aliases

of the same

me

 

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Mountains of you, Oceans of me

The mountains of you

collide into oceans of me.

 

Under the deep velvet sky,

my heart pours itself

into your valley of a heart.

 

You absorb me like the desert,

during a downpour and after a drought.

I’ve been thirsting for you

and you’ve thirsted for me too.

 

Thirsted for my sweet sensations and delicate curves.

I’ve thirsted for your strong power,

that brings me home

with the command of your touch… your kiss.

 

The mountains of you,

colliding into oceans of me.

 

All the universe is being created,

as you dance your trees in my breeze.

While the universe inside of me

surrendered to the magic we created in the dark.

Unveiling our light… the beauty in the insane.

Turning moans inside out, bodies cry.

 

The mountains of you, 

collide into oceans of me

under a star sparkling sky.

 

 

 

Spin, Spin, Your love for me.

The magnitude of a relationship,

should not be measured in decibels.

It should be measured in counts.

 

In counts of moments,

overcome and achieved.

In counts of hearts,

warmed and stretched thin.

In counts of patience,

consumed over the years.

 

Gratitude in a relationship is explored

when the faithful stay rooted.

 

The faithful bundle their hearts together,

to protect from the bitter, cold world.

The faithfully committed use their time

to cover and completely envelop

the hearts of their lovers.

 

A magician, of time and hearts,

devours the abundance

gifted in a sweet breath,

a loving kiss.

 

No hollow words,

no hollow hearts.

 

The devouring of affection,

ends with a caress.