Love-Letters-7

Find what you love and let it kill you -Bukwoski

Dear me

Always remember that sunday school lesson of John 3:16?

The guy loves you so much that his only son had to die. so find something you love and even when the world doesnt approve, die with it. Hold unto it and cherish it. Let everything be about it. In this case it could be your heart.  Love your heart or self so much that even when it kills you, it will be remembered like the Romeo and Juliet Tale. Dont give up easily or give it away easily.

 

me

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Love Letters-6

but for now we are young,lets lay under the sun and count every beautiful thing we see

Dear me

Why do you even sulk about things that are out of your control like you can do anything about them.

Live everyday like it comes because you aren’t promised of tomorrow. At least you have been loved. Permanency wasnt promised, you are much better off than someone who doesn’t even know the definition. Sit down!

 

me

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I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, its poison.-  Anita Krizzan

Dear me,

See I have started not just to convince myself but maybe i want desire something real or nothing. I can’t keep kissing the poison off his lips and slowly dying. Deep down I know the truth but choose to have the poison. To kill my soul and break my own heart all because am afraid i don’t want to walk alone.

I even forgot all the self-love because I convinced myself or society did that if it’s not shared then its not love. yesterday i was asked, “before Christ died, did he care if you loved him back or not?” ‘he just loved expecting nothing.’

Today I choose solitude. I hope i stay on track. Who even said singles can’t celebrate love….

me

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Strange how we decorate pain – Margret Atwood

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to whom it may Concern

I refuse to address this to him. I mean, there’s nothing left to say. So i will just do this to heal and tuck the letter deep in my books as if it were a book mark.

Am hurting but I refuse to wither, i refuse to see my heart getting blown away by the wind because it’s not together no more. I shall pick up the rose, i don’t care how much blood my fingers shed from the prick of the thorns. It doesn’t matter if the sun refuses to shine, i will create fall in winter. An illusion of something i forget is just an illusion but something i must believe.

Eden met me yesterday, She said I was looking fly. I said its only the Genesis of a new month and something beautiful. She didn’t get chance to see the thorns because i kept my head raised so that the sun would reflect on my eyes and cause the to shine. I mean, it’s a month of love, not a month to hate. it Doesnt matter what you are loving, we just roll.

me

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they say you spend your whole life rewriting the first poem you ever loved, that’s where they go wrong.

I Def think this is where most people screw up – if you’re not open to something different nothing else will ever fit the mold they are like Snowflakes

Dear you,

Well, I believe this should come off otherwise. I can’t spend the rest of my life listening to the same song even when it makes me smile. Some lyrics age like wine i agree but why else would wineries brew different flavors and more wine if the first was the it? I think we better than that.

So I have decided that i no longer want to see you and am going to do something different this Valentines. Something like take myself out for a movie, pick up flowers from the florist for myself, buy a bottle of wine, cook something delicious for myself, pick up the tv remote and watch all the love stories showing, play some slow music and love myself.

I might as well just catch up with my girls for ice cream and some gossip or sit at the park and watch lovers stroll in hand and giggle, maybe some band. I men life can’t be this hard. I cant cry myself to sleep and blame myself or question why it didn’t work out. It’s not my fault that you cheated and am not even going to try play guilty like always. I hope you have a special day full of love and lots of wine.

me

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Never confuse what you are offered with what you are worth

Dear you

Just before I could go to bed, she called me. She said she had you for this valentines so i better wait for Easter maybe, and that is if she really feels sorry for me. You didn’t tell me we were sharing this bed. sorry, Heart.

you know am not the kind that loves to share hearts. Am really Selfish and that am not even ashamed to say. So she made an offer, If I desired to have you so bad i either have you day before or Day after. But then, Cupid wasnt stupid. And maybe Sometimes he lies so i need the spirit to lead me. But also, is it worth it?

So since I don’t desire to confuse nor share. She can have you and have you through the rest of the years because if am your choice, you need to need me not just want me. You need to focus because am sure you know what you want. stop playing games. It’s either me or me…or her and just her.

me

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a single rose, a loving text, a picnic at the beach, it doesn’t have to cost money.

Dear You…

I hope these letters find you well. February has been long coming. I mean, it’s almost the only time i receive letters. Its like spring in winter in this our thing.

Am sending you a dozen roses and hoping that I will see you this valentines. A single rose every day along side a simple note. Don’t worry about the cash because i know what the  “Jan-wory” did with us. A piece of you and a glass of wine could do. Maybe a little bit of laughter would seal it. I would love to smell your scent all over the house and have your voice echoing.

It could be a romantic dinner at our favorite hotel or a stroll to out favorite maize stall. It doesn’t matter, All I desire is you, a piece of you maybe. Patiently and tenderly i shall be waiting like a budding rose

truly

me

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#PuzzledLines

paintbrushes with music and dance

lovers art and artpieces

Smart and intelligent,

beautiful smile and crazy laughter

a heart so hard, broken and full of lies

secrets hidden with a love

#PuzzledLines

you say she didn’t give you time?

When all you did was flip through the pages of her book,

reading nothing therefore noting down nothing.

A book she handed to you for years

but still kept it at the shelf and only picked it up when she didn’t call

and  offered it freely to whoever cared to read

knowledge is power they said

they also said, best secrets are book kept

you missed it all.

she tried to speak

her message was in every song you played

but still, all you hear was the track not the lyrics

you cared to dance more than understand the song

music is music they said

but music would be no music with no lyrics

well…..

 

she is doing just fine.

there are lessons in her essence

3 things he couldnt tell her

He couldn’t tell her He loved her

because she spent lots of time talking about him

telling him of how “he” makes he heart sing

How he makes her stomach rumble

how he makes her feel like she could fly

He couldn’t tell her “he” lied.

“He” lied to her that he was single

“He” lied about his name and job

“He” lied about his love for her

and the whole meet up was a plan

He couldn’t tell her to wake up

Because in that fantasy she found solace

he would rather die than see her cry

he didn’t want to be the one that made her sad

so he kept silent

and in that silence, a heart was broken

and a dream died.