I didn’t know there was a person out there with the same emotional depth as me. I’d convinced myself that maybe I was the crazy one, that there was something wrong. Yet here you were, all along.
My heart aches for you.
The hidden secrets in my smiles, in my laughter
about thinking to myself, how is this real,
there‘s no such thing as happily ever after
For me happily ever after isn’t a throne,
or a castle or riches or anything like that.
For me happily ever after
is finding one person
who feels as deep as you do
who knows what its like
who loves all of you, even the darkest pieces
and always still chooses you, no matter
what happens.
Life happens, life is meant to be experienced, lived
Your ship, my love, is meant to sail the great seas
To find yourself on a great adventure
To be my Odysseus. I’ll be waiting for you at home
Or maybe I feel like Penelope, because I feel like
I’ve been waiting so long, waiting for signs
Waiting with people who were all wrong,
When it was you, it was you all along.
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Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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