You are my light
You illuminate my existence

Take it from me
I've been to hell and back
The ghost of the choices
I made in the past
Come haunting
My dreams, day and night
Taunting
Unrelenting
Even as I wallowed  
In utter contentment
How could I not be
When all I've known
Is the dark


Take it from me
The only thing that's positive
About the dark
Is how much it helps you
Appreciate the light
Never again opting
For the dead
Among the living

You are my light,
The way your soul reflects upon mine
Drying up my fears
Giving meaning to my living -

- You illuminate my existence.

One of the most consistent lessons
I've learnt
With life and living is that
There are a couple
More things that are
As certain
As constant
As change;

The sun will always come up
And people will always let you down

I look at you sometimes and
Wonder how you feel so
Surreal but
So real to me

I'm in love

I have written a lot
Of things about love

Love is simple; it's humans
That are complicated

Love is a kind of ******
Of self for another

Love doesn't take a push
It happens, despite you

Love is regret; about choices
We make and don't

I've finally come
To the realisation that
Love is all of these and more
That
Love is a lot of things
But the picture of perfect
That
Love is all we make of it
And don't.

I want to grow old with you, but never grow up; finding laughter in the mundane - and never doubting the existence of magic and fairytales. What are we if not magic? What is our story if not a fairytale?

I have written a lot
Of things about love
But I’m just learning, at 30
That it is a lot of things
But the picture of perfect;
What even in the world is?