This weekend I heard a lot about relationships, the good the bad and the ugly. It's been a while since I or any of my friends have gone through a break-up, so hearing about it definitely brought up some feelings/thoughts.

When we first broke up, I remember feeling like I was literally going to throw up from the pain. I remember leaning over a pier, just waiting for it to come up [thankfully it never did, I despise throwing up with a passion]. For a long time I couldn't even admit to myself that there had been good times along with the bad, but I've definitely gotten over that. When things were good, man were they good! Remembering the good times reminded me of a poem/free writing thing I did at one of the happiest times of our relationship and sense I've been meaning to share some of the things I've written, here you go! 

(oh and please know, looking back I have no idea why I chose to use 'thee's, I've never been particularly adept at using them.)

Why do I not speak of thee?
Is it because my heart longs to keep you only for myself?
Or is it true that I am ashamed of my love
Which is at times shared between us
Me and thee, where my love turns to our love
And we seem as one.
Do I long to keep this secret beating of my heart locked away
For is it only to be something shared in secret whispers under the moon?
Even though these feelings have proven to be troublesome,
I could no more wish them gone then the air which blesses my lungs.
And although because of them my heart may betray me on the morrow,
I would rather cherish this moment now then liken my heart to that of a stone
A cold and lifeless boulder that beats for no one
Which would sink to the bottom of a lake at a moments notice
No I say, not when everything inside me cries to soar among the clouds
Joy being the strength in my wings
You, my love, as the sun in my eyes

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