You could have my whole life if you wanted You could have my whole soul if I’m honest Tore my heart to pieces with your promise Always carrying your lies in my pocket But you and me we just never make it work Me and you drag each other through the dirt In the end … Continue reading If You Wanted…
The whites of my teeth show happiness I think. Everyone's too vacent to notice the big sink hole. Sinking down a deep hole maybe it's my life goal. Happiness is my biggest mystery And I wonder, was it really ever meant for me? See, I never understood how anybody could be so delirious, mysterious is … Continue reading Did you notice?
Paris, city of love… smoking cigarettes on balconies, a coffee shop on every corner, a city full of art, sculpture and fashion, passion, excitement, history and a city I have visited twice before with ex-lovers… and most recently on my own…. Urgh!! This is all I’ve got to offer and its pissing me off! It … Continue reading Cigarettes and Wine (Paris)
If I strip myself from the bones, will you piece me back together? I could lie and say I’m not needy, but I’ll need you more than anything. I scuff my knees so often from tripping over my words, will you catch me every time? If I lie and say I don’t love you will … Continue reading Dear Future Love
The death of love is always bitter-sweet, regardless of circumstance. To deny the hurt and sadness that comes with the death of a relationship, even if you got hurt, did the damage or cut the strings, is like denying yourself air. No one goes into a relation with its demise in mind, we don’t … Continue reading Bitter-Sweet Love
I frustrate myself so much, I want people around me, yet I turn them away, I guess I can’t deal with the questions right now, so I hide away until everyone forgets why I disappeared in the first place, I just show back up like nothing ever happened, like I never left, and the truth … Continue reading Road To Recovery (you are not alone)
What will it take for me to wake up and smell the coffee? When will I begin to value my life? If jumping out of a police station bathroom window isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, than what will? I need to stop, I need to breathe then regain control over my life, I … Continue reading who am I? (BRB)