Am I the one? Maybe. Maybe not. You had decades to fall in love with yourself, and standing over there is a teary-eyed you disappointed in my inability to follow suit in a month. I have been here before. I have felt this before. Each one emptied the room, leaving the home that we built before you…
No one owes you anything: not a goodbye nor an “I love you” in return. No one owes you an explanation no matter how much you deserved one. A lover is not required to inquire how your day went, what’s wrong or what would you like to eat. A lover is simply responsible for caring enough…
Warning! There’s a thin line between my calm and chaos. Kind actions with warped thoughts. Loving words nudged by a bitter tongue. Church going sinner. Trapped free spirit. Defeated believer. Feeler and numb. Delayed forgiver wishing to grow forgetful. I am not perfect. But I am me. I am real. And I love that person. Will you?…
I’m a mess. The majority of us are and it’s ok. I have accepted that these scattered thoughts, wants, feelings, will remain sprinkled all over my place – yours too depending on how long I stay over. Why can’t what I’m looking for come attached to who I find? Oh yeah, my what always changes so my…
I talk too much. Often, I want to sing off-key praises of you to friends but remain silent. Last week we did… In the future we will be… Technically, right now we are… Nothing. As I balance my indecision while carrying hope centered in my palms, I swallow words marked with your name on it. What…
After she told tales of her darkest moments highlighting her demons, she took me up upstairs to see a closet filled with skeletons. Between blouses there were mistakes and secrets. Beneath shoes were her wrong choices in men laying still. We went downstairs to hear murmurs of a past continuing to haunt her, before walking…
I was given scent, scar and savior for my 3 word challenge. With the challenge, I am given a random 3 words and I create a piece out of it. Thank you @adarraaa (instagram) for this one. Written to Ed Sheeran’s cover of “Skinny Love.” Love is in the air. Its scent is fading and something about…
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