I had a wee rum and im feeling my feels.

I want to tell you that I hate how im doing

I hate that I cant ever be emotionally regulated

I hate that I cant trust

I hate the way you initiate anything sexual

I hate your hair and your cologne and it reminds me of your bad days

I want to share that I feel lonely with you and when im away I feel relieved

I hate that it went from the most exciting and b...

The box is filled with memories of bliss

The words he speaks feel soft like a kiss

It is all about love, such a clear premise

I know this is it for me, I wont do without

The care in his heart speaks volumes to me

I cannot explain who he makes me want to be

The home we have built is a warm cup of tea

I feel so happy I see my maternal side sprout

The affection for him runs through me with speed

T...

Is it when he first swats his tiny hand at his mother for not getting what he wants?

Is it when he makes fun of the little girl on the monkey bars for not being very tall and wearing velcro shoes?

Is it when he goes to a party, drinks a lot and tries to get his girlfriend to do stuff with him, of course when she refuses he breaks up with her?

Is it when he lies and cheats in life and with his ...

I am a clocks shadow.

I stand behind my clock.

The sunlight always hits him,

But for me he is a block.

I sit along behind his back.

Sometimes I poke out the side.

I feel special to some degree,

But Im just along for the ride.

I am a clocks shadow.

I stand only as tall and wide as he.

I wish sometimes the halls he decorated

Were really made for me.

I finally caught on to the realization that...

The comfort you bring strokes my sensory in the best way. The softness to your personality makes me feel happy in ways I didnt think possible. The humorous subtleties you have make my cheeks ache from smiling so wide and so often. Over the years ive grown to only love your smell and your clues and leave mine on the back burnner. Im still me but the best genre of me. I am a wanderer mentally and al...

Right around this time I start to clean.

I clean out my drawers, my cupboards, my clothes and I de-clutter.

I clean out my dishes, my paperwork, receipts and keepsake boxes. I organize my belongings.

I physically clean my home as well, scrubbing and wiping till surfaces sparkle after the layer of dust and buildup that accumulated from the year transfer onto a white cloth.

I also attempt to cl...

“When the storm comes, my compass always points to…”

The slight break in the clouds that hang above heavy with rain.

I point to the slim line of light that bleeds through the grey.

I keep my head up and charge to the brightness, the warmth showering my heart and soul.

If I can find my way through this storm, I will persevere....

Chapter 1.

To be a friend is to demand all that you desire as fast as you can. You can throw event after event just hoping to receive gifts and praise. You can push your life accomplishments so far down everyones throats that you feel a sense of hierarchy in the relationship. You feel you have beaten them to everything in life and won the race. To be a friend is to utilize guilt and pressure to ...

Please

Hear me

Please just try

I have been patient

But you dont understand why

The empty relationship fills the air

The way you act, I wouldnt dare

If I were you I’d try

Before time passes you by

Actually, Its too late

I cant wait

Hear me

Goodbye...

The mans wrinkles are never ending deep crevices like the grain in mahogany wood. The scent of wisdom and time fill the foyer. Above hangs an old chandelier and the ticking of the wall clock is the only thing filling the auditory void. You hear movements down the hall from his everything. Growing old together is the ultimate destination. To hear her feet causing the floors to creak is his bliss....