a cracking lightbulb

I feel so much love –

It fills me up head to toe

And gets stronger and stronger;

Like a lightbulb getting brighter. 

And it continues past the point 

Where you would expect it to stop.

Then the glass starts to crack.

You try and pour out the love in a poetic form:

In words or pictures,

But this time you can’t.

So it keeps getting more intense 

Until it breaks –

That’s when you’re in a ball, crying 

Because the emotions are just too difficult to process.

That love –

And it’s beautiful,

Being able to love as deeply as I do.

But when you’re an empath or just me,

It builds up inside.

Maybe that’s only part of it –

Maybe it’s the fact that I miss them so much. 

That I miss looking into their eyes,

Laying in their arms,

That I miss our legs crossing at night,

And kisses everywhere,

That I miss their aura,

Their energy 

That fills the room with light,

That I miss their hugs,

Their warmth,

Touching their soul when they’re inside me.

And once a week I get these things. 

It is beautiful

And wonderful,

Perfect –

But only once a week.

And during the other days,

It’s just wanting.

Wanting to go back,

Wanting more,

Wishing for it to last longer –

Because when we are together it feels right.

Like the universe makes sense for once.

But we crossed paths for a reason.

A wonderful, beautiful reason.

One that help us both grow

And become the best versions of ourselves.

So as difficult as it can be,

I know that everything that is happening

Is okay –

Is needed.

A message from the universe.