There all this time

There comes a time
when
distance is bliss
I have grown to love the sound of my silence
the sound of my own voice

sometimes
i feel
such thing called fear
of the empty room
of the empty echo when i breath

i feel fear because
i have grown to love it
the presence of my self
with me

there was a time where all that mattered
was that one voyage
to find
that fairy tale
the roads traveled
the errors written in pen

the nights of endless tears
those faces
fake i love yous
those trials and errors
 perhaps
no I loves yous
were really not that fake

but they were defiantly not the real I love you for ever
no matter what
like the stars keep
glowing every time
we kissed
like in the movies

perhaps
there it was
there it has been
but in the mist of all the wanting
an idea
of a fairy tale
being so busy seeking
a made up story
i failed to realize
it was standing there
all this time
and perhaps now its gone
and its to late

this is me
holding dear
in my heart
what I now believe
it was
love

have lived it
felt it
held it

it was there
and i did feel every thunder of it
it shook me like they say in books
it was ever so mesmerizing

but life does not ever stop
even when it does
and I'm here now
learning how to love
the number one
me