I’m going through a divorce and I’m happy that it’s finally official, although the image of a family is still something I wish is something I wish I would have been able to give my son. I know that it’s for the best. We have been split up for about 3 1/2 years so I’ve have dated during that time but I haven’t found “the one” I found many but not the one. I’m talking to someone now and when we are together or the rare moment he’s loving and sincere it’s amazing but I’m just so confused, lost, and even lonely at times
searching the hands of men for validation
as though the acceptance she always wanted
sank in quicksand on their palms.
scouring deserts of bed sheets for company
she’s still left feeling deserted
this isn’t her.
just as it wasn’t me.
she’s a mirage
she’s fading footsteps
following men she hopes are heroes
she is stuck until she becomes her own savior.
One day, you’re going to miss the little text messages I send you.
You’re going to miss how I used to worry about you when you’re out too late. You’re going to miss my annoyingness. One day, when I’m gone, you’re going to miss how you had someone that actually wanted you. And when I’m not there anymore, you’re going to miss me.