WRITING
I've really enjoyed spending time with you, but this was not our time.
We met to young, young with youth and young at heart, our hearts incapable to to perform the deed, we needed to succeed.
We had fleeting moments of outstanding bliss yet as I look back all happiness is covered in the ashes of our burnt out demise, we loved so brightly that we burned and now all that's left is singe and dirt.
But the flames that set us alight were neither yours not mine but fully belong to the time. Because it wasn't our time. We met to soon within our life.
To young to understand, to young to to the one, to young to burn so brightly, to young to fall in love.
We were to young.
With not enough of our lives beneath our belts, with not enough breath within our lungs and years to our age, with not enough accomplished in the domain of the birds and the bees, with not enough wisdom or maturity to withstand the light within the blood pumping organs we call our heart.
So we longed to know what was out there, we longed to know our options, we longed to push the limits of our love. Because the youthfulness of our lives trapped us within a cage of our own design.
So the age we met was not old enough because our flame was ahead of its time. Because this was not our time
I am reminded of that time. That time you were mad. That time you left That time you went off with that girl. And I was left behind I was with these people. But it was different, they were happy, they where whole. They were together. But now they are broken, lost in a foggy haze, not themselves
But you left me with them and went off with her. You were outside, on the roof top then and now you are outside running around the road ways. But it very much the same. I reached out to a different him but was blocked and now I don't reach out because of the hardship of friendship, but he sits here unable to help me. You gone, the people around me tried to fix me as they do now. I feel as if I want to believe it wouldn't happen again, it wouldn't be happing now.
We are happy, are in a good place. Yet we have been here before and I worried as I did now, and it did happen. So maybe my worry is justified? Maybe I am not crazy But all I wish for now, is for you to return. For you to turn up through that door, to come down from the rooftops and out off the streets. To be near me again. To love me, and hug me and keep me warm happy and safe.
Communication, honesty and kindness. Are three things all people deserve.
If we can't communicate, then how can we ever relate to another person? How can we make connections? How can we know others if we can't communicate? Communication is a way to express yourself, to show people who you are and how you feel. Communication creates the connection. We need communication.
If we can't be honest, then how can anyone ever trust you? How will anyone believe what you have to say? How can you expect others to feel close to you if we can't be honest? Honesty is a way to feel okay, a way to feel close to someone. Honesty is the key to feeling the connection. We need honesty.
If we can't be kind, then how can we expect to be liked? How can you go on? How can we understand others if we can't be kind? Kindness is used to see the world from someone else's eyes. Kindness is the way we show we understand the connection. We need kindness.
Without these three little things, how can we feel like people? How can we connect? Everyone deserves communication, honesty and kindness.
When your friends are gone, and you heart aches, and your eyes water, and your mind just doesn't know what to do. When you are alone, and you feel excluded. When you feel there is no hope for you. When the love is gone, there is no fixing it, there is no coming back. When you know you must just walk away, move on, leave it behind. Yet it is just to hard, they were your friends, how can you just drop them like that?