I used to think it was easy to lose people. That I would lose everyone that I ever loved.
That people would just leave, and
I think I was making people a possession and not appreciating them for who they are.
Had I looked at people,
and understood that sometimes people need to run,
to breathe differently,
or have a new change of scenery,
maybe it never would have hurt so badly.
People can’t be lost,
because they are not ours to have.
They are their own person.
Their own desires.
Their own passions and dreams and hopes.
People can’t be lost, because they don’t belong in my world. They don’t need to be trapped in my heart,
because they have their own heart to follow,
and life to lead.
I am happy they found the exit door in my heart
are finding themselves and loving themselves the way they could never be loved as someone who couldn’t or shouldn’t leave me.
It is a weird feeling,
but a joyful one,
to know that they did not leave, but
you wring your prayers like wine
on the backs of blood
borne from a washer’s line
and history—-it does not ever wait.
this is how you know we are the same
and this is how i know you are just as searching,
waiting for the skin over your bones to make sense
and your mind to
into the flowers that make us.
Too cute. I have always thought I would get married in a church. But starting to change mind (thanks to tumblr lol). I really love the woods…
Honestly, I don’t think it would be irreverent. The earth is the Lord’s. I would love to celebrate my love and present it to Him right in the midst of His creation.
I suppose the hard thing might be convincing family. Also, I live in England aka Rain-Soaked Grey Island so…