Let Me Be THE One

How lucky would I be if you would let me be the one.
Let me be the one to prove that we’re not all the same.
Let me be the one to give you the “happily ever after.”
Let me be the one who helps you dream when you’re awake.
Let me be the one that makes love to you with more than just my body.
Let me be the one that isn’t perfect but will try hard to be perfect for you.
Let me be the one that doesn’t have all the answer but will make you smile when you’re sad.
Let me be the one who knows all your hopes along with your fears.
Let me be the one who’s proud to walk you into a room.
Let me be the one that’ll hold a door open when we’re 75.
Let me be the one that tells you you’re beautiful at 7:00 a.m.
Let me be the ones who loves you for your imperfections.
Let me be the one that thinks you look sexy in my sweats.
Let me be the one who listens when I know I won’t understand.
Let me be the one who’ll take you by the hand even when you’re not scared.
Let me be the one who’s been waiting for someone like you.

Spring

The cold breathe of winter is beginning to fade.
The crisp cold air is starting to warm and the flowers are beginning to bud.
Spring arrives with a hope of bloom and a start to yet another new beginning.
As the snow melts, it will run off, taking with it the regrets of the season.
We basque in the essence of spring and have faith that perhaps this time things will be different.
We will admire the beauty, dance in the serenity, bathe in the tranquility and linger in the moments.

Why is it?

Why is it that we hurt the ones that love us the most and we protect and and fight for those who hurt us the worst?
Is it human nature to be drawn to those who will be the ones to make us suffer and cry and question ourselves?
Is it our nature to shun those who want only to love us and provide for us and to see us prosper?
I only ask because we have all done it and are guilty of it.
We have all been guilty at some point in our lives at pushing away the advances of genuine sincerity but opened our arms and welcomed lies and deceit.
There must be something in our heads that makes us believe that perhaps this time will be different or perhaps this person has changed.
But it’s our hearts that know the truth and fear the outcome and pay the price.
We cannot lay blame on those who’ve hurt us in the past or those who destroyed a dream we shared with them.
They have passed with the autumn wind and a new beginning came with spring but we let out hearts remain bitten with the winter frost.
Why is it that we hurt the ones that love us the most and we protect and and fight for those who hurt us the worst?
It’s because the ones who love us the most are never the ones we truly want to love back or that we feel we truly deserve.

Those Different Days

There was a time in my life when I was different.
Maybe it was the world that was different or maybe I just perceived it a different way.
But none the less, it was different.
There were subtleties in the beauty of things.
Colors seemed to be more vivid and the sun was a brighter shade of warm.
The sounds in the streets seemed to echo melodically and the lights danced in the night sky.
But the people were different as well.
Creativity ran across canvass and paper like raindrops across glass.
The kindness that laid in gestures was more apparent and honesty flowed with less obstacles.
But things have changed or maybe I did.
Maybe I forgot to adapt or maybe I ended up adapting to well.
I find myself forgetting words that would easily come to me or not catching the beauty in a woman’s smile.
I find that I care a little less and distrust a little more.
I want to see the things and feel them the way I once did.
The way I did with the ignorance of innocence.
I miss those times and I miss what they meant and what they stood for.
But with days that pass, I feel I miss them less and what they meant and what they stood for slips away from us all.

I Want to Change

I’m not sure when the time will come when I actually believe myself when I say “I want to change.”
The truth is that it is not only easier to be who we already are, it’s also much more fun than being who we want to be.
People will find the excuses that will help them sleep at night being who they are.
I’m no different.
As much as I repulse and resent myself at times because of my actions, it’s easier living with the feeling of regret and remorse than it is to invest my time into being someone that I may like more but won’t have as much fun.

I miss myself

I find myself missing myself more and more lately.
I miss the subtle things but I also miss the blatantly obvious.
I miss the mornings where I’d wake with a purpose.
I’d wake with the feeling that I would enjoy the day more than I did the last.
I miss the days that were lived with passion.
The days that were as perfect as any artists masterpiece.
I miss the smile on my face that reminded me of my childhood.
The smile that was full of giddiness and mischief.
I miss the feeling of being whole.
The feeling of knowing I no longer was wanting, but felt deserving.
I miss the evenings where I prayed for time to stay still.
I’d pray for time to stay still because the moment was perfect.
I miss knowing what happiness is.
Knowing what it’s like to be happy and wanting it last forever.
I miss thinking that I had a reason and a purpose.
A reason to live and a purpose other than to hurt.
I miss the comfort of warmth and the certainty of tomorrow.
I miss a lot of things about myself.
But the one thing I miss most about me is you.