Wednesday, July 27, 2016

It was you who made me fall in love with writing again, like being locked inside for so long and finally walking out, remembering what I had been missing. The birds and grass and words and phrases, I recall them like I can recall a part of me that I allowed to get stripped away by someone who could not even comprehend its worth. But you, you brought back the spark in my eyes, the skip in my step, the parts of my myself that I thought were lost in my childhood so deep within I had given up on finding them. 
Do you know how much I wanted to find them again? 
I remember staring at black pages and words that would so easily come to mind had vanished. I remember reading books and words that used to spring from the pages would lay flat and meaningless. I remember looking at my piano and asking what is the point, no one will hear it anyway, no one will care. 
Why didn't I care? 
You see with you, I am picking up the pieces that he tore apart and I hate to even mention him but maybe you should know the shattered state I was in when you found me; part of me gone, others ripped, and some I could not even recognize.
It was you who made me fall in love with writing again. I can't explain how but suddenly you came along and I remembered that I love being barefoot and having late night talks about all the things that run though my head instead of pretending they're not there. 
You don't pretend they're not there. 
I think you are more myself than I am because the more I am around you, the more I see who I am, or at least who I used to be. I dreamt for nights on end about getting her back, tossing and turning for hours wondering where I went wrong. This girl that I am is not who I know. This woman I have become is so foreign to me that I do not know her favorite color, much less who she wants to be. This girl that I was, she used to be mine, but you are giving her back to me like you knew her all alone. 
You made me fall in love with writing again. 
For this I can never repay you. 
For this I hope I can be good enough. 
For this I will love you forever. 

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