Robert M.Drake

I want you to feel—

to remember what it was like

when you first laid eyes on

something you loved.

I want you to breathe,

to inhale.

To run your fingers

through the air

and collect the memories

as they pass you by.

I want you to remember

the way we spoke.

The way we looked

into our eyes

as the scent filled

the empty

space in the room.

I want you to feel it.

To remember it.

To be

attracted to it.

I want the company

of me

to remind you

how to live,

how to laugh,

and, above all,

how to love.

I have this feeling

that you want me

to believe

that you’re broken,

that you’re this miserable,

lonely person.

This human being

who endures

all types of hurting,

right?

But I think you’re wrong.

I know deep down

within you,

within that hurting body,

there’s more

and it’s something

beyond what the eye could see.

And I know

it’s ferocious.

It doesn’t contain fear.

You’re strong

but that doesn’t mean

you have to be alone.

People love you,

so you should let them

love you.

People will always notice you

for who you really are.

I have this pretty awful feeling bubbling beneath the surface of my mind. I’ve been overthinking myself closer to a version of hell that consists of me staying up odd and lonely hours of the night. Fighting for my sanity, searching for my peace. Unable to find myself and everything I lost, the moment I allowed myself to think of you as something more than you should’ve been. I could be sleeping right now but instead I have this awful thought of you thinking of someone else other than me. Sometimes I wish I was on your mind as much as you destroy mine.

The later it gets, the deeper I dwell in an unforgiving pit of confusion. Maybe I’m in love with an illusion. Maybe I hold on to the idea of holding on to you out of fear of losing. Strangely, it’s the loss of something I never had that keeps me hoping for something you’ll never give me.

but I believe I need more than what these evenings usually provide. I need more time for me instead of wasting these moments on trying to figure out what I mean to your life. I need more sleep and less of you.

You’ve got to work on yourself

day by day.

You’ve got to remember

that your entire life

is a work in progress.

That you’re going to have

bad days but also good ones

to balance everything out.

You’ve got to know

that sometimes you’re going to get

your heart broken.

While other times,

you’re the one

who’s going to be breaking

someone else’s.

You’ve got to accept

that nothing ever goes as planned

and that nothing is perfect.

You’ve got to realize

that what you feel

is never wrong

and you must always trust

your intuition

but also accept

the consequence of things.

You’ve got to know

that it’s never too late

to be where you want to be.

To become

who you want

to become.

To feel

what you want

to feel

and to love

the way you want

to be loved:

both freely

and without discrimination.

You’ve got to believe in this,

live by this,

and listen to your voice

when you have to.

In all shapes and forms.

You’ve got to empower

every human you love

and empower yourself

to be good

to those you don’t love.

To be good, you know?

And let everything that brings

the light closer to you,

and everything

that brings you peace .

in.

The way you need

to be loved

and the way you want

are two very different things.

One you can learn

to live without

while the other

will take a lifetime

to accept.

You have to listen to yourself,

to what you need,

feel,

to be willing

to lose yourself in

the kind of love

you deserve.

The birds fly.

The leaves fall.

The seasons change.

The wind causes friction

on my skin.

The sun rotates.

It hides.

It appears.

It shines

no matter what.

The oceans feel ease.

The waves flow,

and most of the time,

I am here,

thinking

about you.

In detail,

it’s about you.

About watering your own soul

the best way

you know how.

It’s about finding

your own truth—

about knowing

what kind of love

you deserve.

Life is too short

not to love yourself,

and in some sense,

you deserve to find

your perfect happiness,

no matter what kind

of lies

you’ve been told.