pondering...

If your feelings don't matter, does it revoke the right to feel them?

gibberish 3

fighting to hold on to someone detached ... heartache

lover=fighter

I'm a lover.
But it's in me to fight.
And I'm a better lover for it.

almost home

Home is where the heart is…but my heart lives somewhere else.


So for now I will dress these walls with pictures of memories that I refuse to let fade….

Paintings and sketches of her genius

I will blare the music she’s written herself so that her voice lingers here…

Cook her favorite foods to fill this place with her diverse cultures.

I will leave space for her things, so if she returns it’s like she never left.

Today the sun smiled through my window,
silly me.... I thought it was you...
but I rolled over to still find your side of the bed cold and vacant.

I miss how your tiny frame would find a way to take up all the space
and leave me no choice but to cozy up closer to you to keep myself from falling off the bed.
I love how everynight...you knew that the black pillow was my favorite (only because its yours)

What I would give to have our goodnight kiss again,
and hear you say "I love you, goodnight"

gibberish # 2

my mind is filled with random gibberish...word puzzles with all the wrong pieces.  making sense of the chaos proves difficult, but it keeps my mind occupied while my aches.  Love pains.  I am love stained...

gibberish #1

the answer is not at the bottom of the bottle,
but at the tip of my tongue...
sharp and direct
like broken glass and rose thorns.
so just ask me the question, if you're ready for razor sharp words that will split you in two.

no time for bull shit
I've wasted plenty of days on the analyzing of my reality.
i have broken it down to an in-exact science.
crisp and clear, black and white.
yes and no.
it works for me.