Smitten

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I love,
that you give me strength,
that you give me your best,
that you keep me grounded.

I love,
the feel of my hand in yours,
the comfort of my head on your chest,
that i have to tip toe to kiss you.

I love,
that you are sober enough to realize,
that love is bigger than us,
bigger than your ego,
bigger than your pride.

I love,
that you are man enough to understand,
that being a man,
takes kindness, humility and strength.

I love,
this feeling of warmth and protection,
this feeling of contentment and satisfaction,
this feeling of being so smitten.

Sweetheart,
I am in owe of your kindness and sincerity,
and everyday I am thankful,
for the amazing man that you continue to become.

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“IF IT SMELLS, IT AIN’T GOOD”

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For the longest time, your emotions wallow on a high,
Then life happens and in a split second, your perfect little bubble explodes.

You realize that you’ve lost all sense of who you are,
And you have questions that no one can really answer.

You start to feel like you are losing your sanity,
Then when you need it the most,
reality shakes the shit out of you and at that moment, insanity dissipates.

With time,the emotional turmoil comes to rest,
And you finally get the strength to gather all your pieces.
You learn to take each day with stride,
and to hold your head up high.

In a funny way, life forces you to acknowledge that your instincts are always right,
But most importantly, you slowly learn to invest deeply in yourself.

You know, it is always scary to tread on unfamiliar ground,
But you appreciate that you have broken free, and that no boundaries exist.

Your rigidity softens, but you are wiser and more alert,
You slowly begin to enjoy the little perks of being alive.

You learn to love the sound of silence,
You learn to sleep to the soothing sound of your heart beat.

Eventually, you sit in silence and smile,
Because of all the insanity that you had once embraced.

But mostly, you smile because all along you knew,
That if it smells, it ain’t good.