"You know me, I'm free as a bee."

© Amy Serafina

You wait and you wait,
To hand over your heart,
To someone that is worthy,
Someone that is kind,
Someone that will protect it
With all their might.

And then one day
That very same person
Rips it apart,...
Cuts it into a million pieces
And chucks it aside.

Just when you think its healing,
He leans over and cuts through the stiches
All over again.

© Amy Serafina

You work so hard to get somewhere and then you finally get there, only to realise that maybe it wasn’t where you wanted to go in the first place.

In the smallest moments, I realise that the smallest things made the biggest difference.

© Amy Serafina 

Tired. Simples.

Tired. Tired of being judged, misjudged, labelled, mislabelled. Just tired. Plain and simple. Tired.

I get upset sometimes. People are so keen to look at the shell and not what’s within. They make judgements and categorise people even before they’ve given you a chance to open your mouth. It doesn’t matter that you woke up late this morning because you were up all night in A&E looking after your friend. What they see is someone who looks scruffy and they make assumptions. It doesn’t matter that you’re struggling to pay your bills and look after your kids single handedly; all they see is a wrinkled make-up free face and they don’t care. It doesn’t matter that you’re sitting on the bus crying your eyes out because you’ve just found out that your mum’s had an accident; all they see is past your face and they haven’t got the time of day.

© Amy Serafina

I’m sitting here thinking all these thoughts. None of them make any sense and yet here I am - thinking, wondering, feeling. Such an intense conversation last night. I can’t be with you and I can’t be without. Nobody else will get it. The relationship that you and I have. The intense closeness that I feel when I am with you. My soul comes alive. The fire within me burns like it’s never burnt before. You, yes you. Everything is about you. I don’t care how logical my head is – it doesn’t know how much my heart wants you. For once I wish it were simple. I wish we could be together together. Not just secretly, but in public. For real.


© Amy Serafina