You

The other day..

I cried.

Not for the sake of a mental breakdown,

but because of my love for you.


The curves of your face,

the smell of “you”,

the way your lips look,

when you smile.


From your head,

to your toes.

You’re mine,

just like you’ll always be.


For better,

for worse,

til death do us part.


The vows haven’t been exchanged,

just yet.

But the piece of paper required,

isn’t that far,

from being signed.

I just hope you realize,
that I’ll always be there.


AllBee there for you,

during the rough times,

and during the bad.


AllBee there for you,

during the happy times,

and during the sad.


Just know that even though,

we aren’t where we wanna be,

just yet.

I’ll always be with you.

No matter what.


Simply because I love you,

oh so much.

Losing Parts of You Like;

I am losing parts of you like I lose eyelashes,

unknowingly and everywhere.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my creativity,

unwilling to produce art.

I am losing parts of you like I lose so many pieces to puzzles,

puzzles I’ve held onto for years,

in hopes I’d complete them.

I am losing parts of you like I lose little pieces of my sanity,

with every anxiety attack,

every crying mess I’ve hid in the bathroom.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my hair,

shedding thick broken strands,

whenever I comb or wash it.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my concentration,

letting ADD from my childhood take over my brain.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my train of thought,

filled with over-thinking and questioning.

I am losing parts of you like I lose one of my socks,

whenever I put a load through the dryer.

I am losing parts of you like I lose pieces to my Lego sets,

each scattered piece picked up by felines

that jump on the organized piles strewn about.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my place in my book,

the bookmark remains on the floor,

unnoticed.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my patience,

getting angry over every little mistake.

I am losing parts of you like I lose my hydration,

sipping away at coffee and tea,

refusing water.

I am losing parts of you,

whenever I look into the mirror,

and see someone I don’t recognize.

 

– the old me

 

Italicized fraction from:  Milk and Honey, pg. 127, Rupi Kaur 2014