I think we just like the idea of the other.
We check off each other’s boxes
but there was always something missing.
Something neither of us could put fingers on.
Maybe that something is magic and
the illusion of it keeps drawing us back in.
Only to find that it is still just an illusion.
We’ve got it all wrong. People aren’t supposed to make us happy. That’s way too much power. We’ve got to be happy with ourselves. Once that’s mastered it won’t be a matter of “he or she doesn’t make me happy”, but instead this person isn’t happy with themselves and that’s disrupting my energy.
“Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.”– Denis Waitley
Is it worth it to continue to drink the 6 ounces
of deliciousness someone pours into you
if the remaining 2 ounces they keep or lack
still leaves you thirsty and your glass unfulfilled?
One of the sexiest things a man can do
is gently place his hand on the small of my back
and lead me, lead me wherever he’d like us to go.
Could be as close as the bedroom
Or as far as his dreams, just lead me.
I am not the type to reread the same book
But you’re a book I’ll read over and over again.
Knowing the ending doesn’t even matter
because the best of us was written
in the captivating chapters in between.