They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

Well, I hold the greatest beauty, the simple knowledge of it

Runs deep, wildly so, but surfaces to the top, bursting through seams

Your beauty

It represents the solitude of purity

That you hold

It represents the fragile aroma surrounding

My perception of perfection

While deep at the core, bursting repeatedly, like a beating heart

There exists, the truest form of life,

The Joy.

The Innocence.

The sweet flow of a precious filled void.

Where I am treated to an endless glimpse.

While the outside, remains oblivous.

To the truth.

You suppress

To protect from the attacks of insecurities.

But believe my eyes, for I've witnessed the depths.

Does youth in the soul die with age?

Shall we all fall into adulthood’s trap

Forever altered

Imagination shriveled within

Make the world a stage to act our lives upon?

Will childhood disintegrate beyond teen years?

Shall we remember such times with distance

Everything evaporated

The choices made

Left to live in adulthood’s consequences?

Is adulthood to be an obligation?

Must we blossom if we wish to stay a bud

Untouched by poison

Unpollinated by contact

Are we destined to bloom, shrivel, decay?

Must lines sink beneath children’s eyes?

Must innocence meet its untimely end

Buried with imagination

Remains mourned by the soul

Until we meet immortality or oblivion?

Perhaps, childhood never dies

It lives inside us over a smoldering flicker

We must simply seek it out

Hear the voice within it

And let it shine over our softened hearts

Original Prose: https://theprose.com/TBHughes

Relationship is a construct

It cannot define, it only confines

We seek understanding so we label substance

All while failing to realize

True love cannot be captured by our words of attempted reasoning

Connection was simply ignited before language

You over-rate the one

By falling for every-one

Convinced that they’re A1 so they’re the one

But they’re just a one

For another broken heart

Together is,

Colliding souls, forming unison

Through sluggish ways of days

Through the aches of pains

Through the midst of bliss

Through the millions

Of harmless realizations

That they’re human too

Seeing them at their worst,

Only strengthening your perception of their perfection

Together is this.

And see, so many, they split

Then realize that they were never together

Because together was only their shared fantasy

So they danced around, striking a fragile connection of what-if

Before falling back into reality’s arms

Note: A1 is used by its definiton of: very good or well; excellent

(Just a little wordplay)

On my knees

I fell to the hands

Of desperation

~~

On a cloud

My pain surfaced

To thunder down devestation

i'm not.

i'm not.

i'm not lonely.

i'm not...

missing you -

or your quirkiness,

your prescence,

your words.

i'm not.

i swear.

and those aren't

t e a r s

that you see,

welling up in my eyes.

i'm not overjoyed

to see you -

i'm really not.

and i'm certainly

not shaking, so... afraid.

i'm not.

and those sniffles -

i'm not crying.

just... allergies?

because why would i cry

upon seeing you?

why would i,

being apart from you so long?

why would i?

it wouldn't be because i'm lonely.

no - it wouldn't.

i swear, i'm not lonely.

i'm not missing you, either.

really.

believe me.

i'm not... lonely.

and i don't -

i don't miss you.

i'm just... sad.

but not because you aren't here -

no, of course not!

So many souls

Yet, I trust you the most

~~

So many times of hurt

Yet, I believe you the most

~~

My questions do not prove disblief

Now you compare me to someone else

Whom I dread the most

Likely knowing that it'll hurt

Now I suffocate in empty words

Knowing I took a wrong turn

Wondering how I can prove truth

When I keep stepping on toes

~~

I think it's clear that we're both fighting a past

One of my many mottos: Take it like it is

Life is always tough. A lot of the times, we stress over what is inevitable. Life has existed for years and years, it goes way back, the way of life itself, flows naturally. To worry over every piece, only burdens your way of life.

Another one of my many mottos: When life hits you hard. Hit back harder.

(Direct quote from Rocky Balboa ["Rocky" movies]. Life quite literally might translate to difficult in some other language. It hits hard, it always will, at some point, you're going to be left in shambles while searching for comprehension, only to be utterly lost. Dust yourself off, get up and rise. Hit back. Otherwise, life is going to have a field day with you and beat you all the way into your grave and the path all the way up to that point isn't pretty.

Now, of course, these two mottos could very well contradict each other. But don't overthink it. There's always a balance. Hold your ground but also know what is really worth it. Also have the question of "Does this truly matter in five years" on repeat in your mind. You'll be surprised how many times it will help you.

You help

When insecurities float at will

Your soft whispers usher waves in

Drowning fears

~~

You help

When broken fragments haunt endlessly

Your comforting nature to mine,

Concretes a peace of mind