Today was a day much like the rest. Things stood still, nothing stirred much, no new glories were particularly found, and still, one thing remained etched into my mind. I have my days, my happier days, when the only thing that rings true is the love that you hold for me, and I for you, and that is enough to keep me submerged in a bubble of ecstasy for the remainder of the day, no matter what may come to me. Then there are the other days, sometimes sparked by awakening from a dream of you, a dream where you were so close, yet remained so far. And I never thought that my heart could hear this much, or travel this far for love, I once thought that love was about consistency, and predictability, and close proximity, and you taught me differently. I have not seen your sweet, gentle face for so long, I have not heard your rhythmatic voicefor even longer, yet still, I love you, just as if it was the first time. The longer that I am without you, the more that my ego (little self) emerges, and I become filled with thoughts of doubt. Old things come creeping back up, the old demons I sought through childhood, insecurity, inferiority, and abandonment, and I am almost sure that you left me because I am not good enough. And those are the toughest days, because they re-affirm all of my worst fears, and I just do not know whether to believe in them. Deep down, (not too deeply), my heart chakra is very much still aware of our connection, and holds a space for you, but with no connection whatsoever, outside of those walls, it is often difficult to know if I am the only one still holding this space. I have had issues of letting love go in the past. Co-dependency issues echo in my mind, but nothing of this kind. If you were anyone else, I would have cut your name from my throat, long ago, and buried you in the sand. Some people tell me that I am lovely, that I am good, very good, and good enough, and at times I believe them, and so I wonder, do you see it too? I have had men in the past promise me love, and sincerity, and I think that they left soon after they saw the worst in me, and I never knew, I was never sure, whether their love was pure, or merely in pursuit of the physical, so now I have built these walls. Somebody else said once that sweet words were enough to sweep me off my feet, and they said it so maliciously, but I do not understand, where is the bravery in trickery? What is there to celebrate about a girl who only wanted love? So much so, she sought to find it in the words of a persistent man. And i do not understand the world, or its attempts to shame me in love, yet I wonder, I wonder, if it weren’t for the hurt that I collected, would I still doubt your knowledge of me? Of our divinity? I miss you at 5am, and I think of these things.
Day 2. – Today, I am not flooded with a bridge of thoughts that lead to you, in the same sense. I feel no compulsion to reach out to you, because I feel that you are fully within my reach, as you have always been. Today, I am at peace. You are at my feet, and I do not know why I just cannot seem to see it some days. I saw your smile today, in my mind, and I was immediately flooded with your scent, a scent that has always been familiar. I wish you peace, and nothing but, yet still in the crevice of my loins, I feel that you are unhappy, partial to the frequent confusion, and anxiously anticipating fatal conclusions. I know how hard it is for you to express love, and truthful emotion, so I wear the burden for you. And as a consequence, my heart chakra has been aflame for many days. When I am depressed, I know that it is both of our energies that I am expelling, and I do not mourn from doing the work for you, I mourn because you have not the means to do it for yourself. But long ago, we promised that where you are weak, or I am weak, the other will offer a hand that speaks, for we are two sides to the same cheek, two pavements laying parralel, yet feet by feet. I have learned that love is a thing discrete, and whilst I yearn for a love that is complete, tonight I realise that it is in me, I am the very thing that I seek. There is no fabric difference, from you, from me, so I will love you, through me. #poetry #poems #diaryentry #twinflames #writer #writing – My twin flame book will be available and out for purchase in November,
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