I promise I'll be better soon. Maybe you see nothing wrong with the way I am, at least you say you don't, but I take issue with my constant need for attention, affection, reassurance. I promise I'll be better soon. I know it can't be easy for you to keep up with my constant mood … Continue reading For The LOML
Like a delicate snowflake dancing on the tendrils of a red hot fire, I melt beneath your words. Not because they drip with honey-sweet love, but because they're laced with the promises I cling to. You're like spilled black ink on starch white canvas, always changing the picture I'm painting. Fragile and flawed art; I … Continue reading Love is Art
When I met you, I suddenly wanted more. Like a switch flipped and I wanted the just-because flowers, and the forehead kisses, and the late night phone calls, and the hand holding, and even the idea of slow dancing in the kitchen of my apartment. Now, I crave the present and the future and the … Continue reading Maybe I’m a Little in My Feels
I'm a wildflower; the rarest one among pretty, perfect ones. I spend years in this field, watching as others are picked, and I remain rooted here. I want to cry out, "Pick me! Don't you see me here?" but then I remember what I've seen. I don't want to be torn apart for another who … Continue reading Love Me, Love Me Not
Image courtesy of Kim Rose Art In the end, we're all just looking for someone who sees the world how we do, who appreciates our small details, who brings sunshine instead of sadness.