March 2013
1 post
August 2012
3 posts
Story of my life
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
July 2012
8 posts
Prove You Exist: Pure Ecstasy →
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If I’m the gun, then you’re my trigger,
baby you bring me closer to that point of excitement,
that point of blank, of absolute nothingness,
because you’re the recreation of my dreams,
my perfection incarnate.
It must be fate, that red string
wrapped around your finger,
somehow made its way…
Love this poem
Terderp Distractions: leonine-pride: A Leo lady will never truly remove a past lover from... →
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A Leo lady will never truly remove a past lover from her heart. We hold onto memories and mementos, not because we want that particular gentleman (or scoundrel; or, for that matter, lady — using heternormative pronouns in this answer for grammatical simplicity, but the same…
I’m so guilty of this
“I love my relationship with my bed. No commitment needed. We just sleep together every night.”
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“I may be young on the outside, but on the inside I feel so old and worn. I’ve been hurt too much for my young body, too many heartbreaks for my young heart, and too many bad memories for my young mind. I should be excited about what happens next in my life, not bracing myself for what will happen next. I need a holiday.”
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May 2012
2 posts
April 2012
4 posts
she is me three years ago
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.
March 2012
19 posts
One day..
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.
Farrel: Poetry on Your Body →
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I want to write on your back
With a quill ink pen
I want to tell your body stories
Letting my life sink into your skin
From your shoulder blades to your breasts
The pain of my veins lingers in your beats
My strokes are so gentle
You shiver with every touch
A chill down your spine
