you’re enough for me 

you say you’re no good for me,

let me be the judge of that.

i have to bring my finger to your lips to stop you from uttering 

those words that bring saddness to your eyes and i want to kiss those

thoughts far,

far away. 

you’re good for me,

enough for me,

i promise.

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pieces of you

i find myself doing what he does

because it reminds me of when his arms were around me,

and his fingers were interlocked with mine.

i cannot refrain from mimicking the small beauties of his ways,

they are a part of me now,

a part of me i don’t ever want to lose.

i find myself laughing like he does,

asking like he does,

and it’s as comforting as a drawn out hug of his,

the one where i wrap my arms around to the small of his back and

press my face to his chest and feel his heart beat.

i find myself wanting to be where he is,

but i can’t be too selfish with his time and presence so i keep his

ways wrapped up in mine and i’ve found that it keeps him close.

the kind robber 

he wants to know what’s behind the door of my most caged in thoughts,

sound the alarm!

he’s gotten in.

my heart is no longer a secure vault,

it’s security system has been temporarily disarmed,

and i allow him to linger.

i don’t wish to keep those doors shut, 

instead, i want to be somewhat of an open book so he can take his time reading the drawn out tales and lullabies,

get to know me.

and i go crazy over the unraveling of our minds,

i crave his intellect and introspect just as much as he craves mine.

so i guess i can’t blame him for opening doors that have been sealed for ages,

he’s curious about what’s inside.

and i’m curious to know what he will think of what is left to salvage.

i wait for Jesus 

i’ve been sinking on the low,

cradling my broken pieces in between bent arms,

trying to figure out what i’m going to do with them.

but i forgot that i didn’t have to figure it out alone,

because along with the puzzle, my heart was a riddle Einstein wouldn’t have the brains to solve.

i forgot who went before me,

followed behind me,

and in desperate times, carried me.

He knows my heart and has solved the riddle ages ago,

now we are both waiting:

i wait for him to show me what my eyes cannot see 

he waits for me to realize that he is all that i need. 

i wait for Jesus.

let me see Jesus.