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Come back to me

Where are you? Are you gone for good?

I can’t seem to find you in those empty eyes.

I seek for you in them. I seek for you in every word you say, every thought you share.

But I can not seem to find you.

Where are you? Who is this new person I am talking to?

Where are you?

The you I once knew, the you I once loved, the you I lost my heart to.

I can not find it anymore. You hid it well behind those bars of fear.

I wish you would come back to me. I wish you would help me see that you are still there,

somewhere

inside that coffin of your soul.

Don’t bury yourself.

Come back to me – breath again

I am still here – live again.

I am still waiting – love again.

I am still in love with you.

I beg you.

Come back to me.

 

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How far is far enough

He told her to go, to stay away, to leave him alone.

So she did. Haunted by this mystery she could not solve:

How far was far enough?

Where did he want her to go, where did he want her to stay.

Because as far as she could tell there were worlds between them, galaxies even, but her heart was still with him, her thoughts still chasing after him and her mind still full of those old pictures, the memory of his touch and the sound of his laugh.

By time she came to grasp the outline of what was the inevitable truth:

In her case, there was no far enough. No distance wide enough that could ever stop her from seeing him in strangers walking by, hearing him in the songs that play on the radio and feeling his touch in the winds soft kiss on her cheek.

For love does not stay within borders. It has the abilty to cross every boundary, overcome every distance and ignore every limitation.

Its what makes it so beautiful but also what makes it so painful.

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brave enough to feel

Society has a name for everything.

Dictionary upon dictionary full of terms defining other terms explaining what exactly something is or means.
There is a never ending craving for definitions and regulations, for statistics and rules for how something is supposed to be or what a certain word has to mean.

And through this, society triggers a loss of horrific extent: We lose the things that can’t be defined. If what can’t be told in words is not of worth then society has no worth at all.

An acceptance has to start growing that there are things between heaven and earth, feelings, moments, emotions – that can not be simply defined, that can not be put into words and that can not be found in a dictionary.

Some things simply are what they are, you have to experience them yourself in order to understand what they truly mean.

The most important things in life are not defined in dictionarys, they grow their meaning and their significance in the hearts of those who are brave enough to close the books – and feel.

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If only you could see with my eyes

Oh how often I wish you could see yourself with my eyes.

See the shining spirit in your eyes, see every single freckle that makes you so unique, see your oh so gentle hands and your fragile figure – soft and beautiful, just like a flower.

In me grows the need to protect you. Protect you from someone plucking you or someone taking your water away or someone stepping into your sunshine. Protect you from being hurt. – I care for you. I care.

And oh if only you could see yourself with my eyes. If only you could see this beauty, this unique creature. If only you could see and love yourself the way I do.

If only that would be the case, I bet you would not only be the most beautiful flower in the field but also the most outstanding, because you would stand upright -knowing your beauty, knowing your never changing value. You would see your true self and would know that you have all the reasons of this world to be proud to be yourself and to love who you are.

Oh if only you could see yourself with my eyes.

 

Dedicated to my best friend and all those who deserve to see themselves with the eyes of their loved ones.

© An Overthinker

 

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A dozen broken hearts

I walk this empty streets once more.Thinking of you thinking of me. Wondering what I’ve been waiting for. Thinking about what we used to be.

I stare at the lights, that run next to me. Wondering if they have always been so bright.Or if It just now that I see, how bright they have always been.

Now, that My eyes are not just on you. Now, that I finally see. Now, that I no longer do, what you tell me to. Now, that I am free to see what is actually there.

I am thankful for what we had. Thankful for what it did to me. It has not always been that bad. And eventually it has set me free.

Free to know who I am and what makes me care. Like a bird discovering its wings. Ready to dive. Ready for those winds, to lift it up in the air.

I am ready to learn how to fly.Ready to throw my self down this cliff. Ready to rise up high.Leaving all the pain and tears behind. Ready to live.

And thanks to us no longer being us, I am finally free. I’m being able to trust. And I am finally me.

So thank you for doing this to me. Thanks for setting me free. This time I know it is for real. We are no longer package deal.

I’m on my own and that is fine. I no longer call you mine.

And I will do, whatever it may take, to let my heart not break again, the way it did with you.

One broken heart is enough for one to bare. So in the future I will take better care.

But thanks to you I know myself –And that is worth a dozen broken hearts.

© An Overthinker

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