Your words taste oddly familiar

Like something lost

That my soul has craved ever since

A thirst longing to be suppressed

You curiously rummage through my veins

Unveiling parts of myself that I tend to keep locked away

But now I've handed you the key

And as the blood pours over tired scars there's a sense of relief

Rarely am I ever truly at a loss for words

But something about the way you've managed to dull this once permanent ache

has left me speechless

Your being seems to bear some kind of cure

Your eyes carry hope of restoration

Accepting

I've always been pretty good at keeping it together when times get tough but something about this kind of heartbreak left me at my weakest. Everything was changing. I've always had this idea of what my life was supposed to be like and the what ifs haunted my dreams creating translucent images of ways things could have been different if the simplest events may have been transformed. But on a random day for no particular reason at all, I stopped dreaming. And as I watched that perfectly framed what if shattered by the dull reality of 'sometimes, life just is', every last hopeful expectation abruptly plummeted to my feet. And I just let myself fall apart for a moment.

Accepting