The Little Voice in My Head Says I’m Losing You

You've been so distant lately, and I'm not sure what to do. You say it's not us, not me, but I don't quite believe you. If you're so happy with me... ...then why do you look so sad? And it's driving me to look; look for the problem, look for answers. I'm only finding things … Continue reading The Little Voice in My Head Says I’m Losing You →

I Didn’t Recognize the Man Before Me

Red leather booth. Teary-eyed girl. Angry man. Restaurant packed. Tears spilled. Face flushed with embarrassment. Half-hearted apologies. Hurtful comments. Mixed messages. Unrecognizable. Unbearable. Uncertain. Panicked mind. Racing heart. Fight or flight mode. Name calling. No love. No care. Please stop. Please stay. Please leave. Make up. Forget about it. No conversation. Heart shattered. Memory tainted. … Continue reading I Didn’t Recognize the Man Before Me →

There’s Answers in the Avenues You Choose Not to Pursue

I'm not the best at forming my thoughts into words and letting them spill out of my mouth. To be honest, I've been taught that thoughts turned into words can have serious consequences. You keep saying I'm hard to read, hard to understand, and I don't disagree with the statements. Like I said, I've never … Continue reading There’s Answers in the Avenues You Choose Not to Pursue →

A lifetime of You Just Isn’t Enough

I wish I'd known you years ago. I wish we'd bumped into each other by chance, gained a few more years of loving each other, before the obstacles that face us today appeared. I always say we met exactly when we were meant to, but it doesn't change the feeling that I need more... time. … Continue reading A lifetime of You Just Isn’t Enough →

For The LOML

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 →

I Wish You Could Just Stay

It's an usually warm spring day and the sun is out. You lift my hand up to your mouth and gently kiss the back of it, something that's become habit and yet still stirs up butterflies in me. I've had you by my side for almost three days; like always it's not enough time with … Continue reading I Wish You Could Just Stay →