Loving You

Why do you get to be the special one?

Why do I sit here, rotting on the inside?

While you flourish

You flourish and blossom in the light that I gave you

That you STOLE from me

You’re the one they feel sorry for

You’re the one they pat on the back whilst whispering,

‘It will be OK’

Where is my ‘OK’?

When am I the victim?

You took it all, and you keep on taking

What do I get?

But to sit here, heart breaking, hands shaking

Raging and wilting in the pain that you left me with

While you got the glory

Happiness was within reach

Or so I thought

You dangled it there in front of me

You watched me dance and grasp at strings

This is what I got

Loving You

Always

To discover, that beneath the horror, which masked the pain,

Lay a girl.

A girl who is sweet and kind,

Loving and compassionate.

Knowing,

That for nineteen years of my life,

She was there, by my side

And I,

Was clueless.

We strayed beyond the realms of sisterhood,

Unhinged by pasts shared

Pasts we wish we could have forgotten

Torn away from one another,

By the struggles of coping with an angry mother.

It pains me to know,

That I didn't know,

Who you were.

I didn't know that you were mine,

That I was yours

That we have been always.

Held together by a bond we didn’t recognise,

Or consider being a possibility.

Now here you are, in front of me,

Laughing with me,

Smiling with me,

Loving with me.

Wishing we could have,

Thinking we might have,

Been,

Always. 

Those Three Words

Truth be told, I do remember when you last said those three words to me. It was after a huge argument, and you felt the need to, in order to make everything better. I didn't buy it.

In a world where life slips away so easily, we do not have time to let those we love forget it. If we love, we must love completely, there is no room for in between or maybe's. We shouldn't need a stressful situation, or detrimental accident to prompt us into telling someone we love them. If there's nothing holding you back from telling this person, if there's no real reason as to why you don't remind them that you love them, why should it take so long? Why should it be so hard? That's not love.

You can live your life loving someone and never telling them, never reminding your parent, or child, or best friend, that you love them, but just think; what if something happened to them, or yourself, and you never got the chance to tell them you love them?

People always comment on how frequently those three words are used, and yes they are, and often they are not meant, but when they are, is it not nice to hear it? To say it? To see the face of the person you love light up at the thought of being loved?

It's in our nature. We love. As we should.