Tough Choices

Some times you have to walk away from individuals important to you. 
Not because you don't care, but because they don't. 
Walking away can be a tough choice; 
A difficult one to make. 

Just because you decide to walk away, it doesn't mean you don't care,
To the contrary you do. 
That's what made you leave, because you want the best for everyone. 
Some walks like this can be altruistic, for their well-being. 

It's not easy walking away. 
As it doesn't mean you stop thinking or caring about them. 
You just learn to let them be free and carry on with their life. 
It's not easy, but they say time heals all wounds. 

Reality vs Illusion

You say you're busy?
That's good!
It shows you have a life
and that you are hardworking.

You say you haven't time?
I don't comprehend. 
We always have time.
We make time for what matters.

You don't care?
Thank you for showing me the reality;
For showing me your real nature. 
I will now move on, and go on my way. 

Was this an illusion?
I refuse to be blinded by it. 
I am letting myself absorb the reality,
And live in it; the real and the beautiful.

What is love?

What is love?
Some say it is about letting go,
Some, that it is about caring.
But I think, it's that fine balance in between.

What is love,
But to hold each other through,
Encouraging growth 
And wading through murky waters.

Love is to
Accept the other's flaws 
Yet, stand by their side,
So they are never alone.

Talking to each other; communicating
Goofing around and laughing, 
Enjoying each other,
That's love. 

Love is having faith.
In knowing that tomorrow brings their smile to you
And things will be okay.
Love is, just that; love. 

Mischief

He is mine to love,
Mine to miss,
He is mine to kiss as long as I wish.

He is mine to hug,
Mine to hold,
He is all mine to cuddle with. 

Every day as I wait

Every day as I wait, 
A little part of me dies.
Scared about the future, 
And unsure about this entire exercise. 

I walk around in circles,
And I could hear myself sigh.
I think about your last words,
And wonder whether I am high.

I let time pass me by
Not knowing what else to do.
I sit and stare, some times at us,
Because that's where I am with you.