I have loved you too deeply to hate you now. Hating you would be hating myself for letting you creep so deep under my skin that you have become part of me, part of my sinews, my muscle, part of my strength; a weakness now, but only because to become strong we must tear the…Read more I Have Loved You Too Deeply to Hate You Now
Marinating in my misery, I reflect on All the things I did wrong with us And how much I hate you And how much I love you Steeping in my sadness, I imagine How you’ll come back to me, knowing that you were wrong and I was always the one And you will…Read more Marinating in My Misery
When I go where we have been And sit with friends who are our friends And talk of things we talked about And laugh, and drink, I have no doubt My pain is less, and yet greater still And I wonder if I have the will To let you go.
Life is too short for what ifs and maybes Take the chance and fuck the reasons Love the girl, kiss the babies Nothing lost but a season Pain is passing, joy endures Heartache reminds us that we live Take the shot, though nothing’s sure At least you’ll know you that you could give And take…Read more Life’s too Short
Let me alone, why can’t you? Just when I get to a place where I don’t ache for you every morning and cry for you every night I stumble over your memory in a place, a taste, a song, and there you are again, like you never gone. Let me alone, why can’t you?…Read more Let Me Alone
Screaming voiceless, you leave me Aching, longing Defenseless against Your nothing You leave me with nothing Empty, hollow, longing How can you let me go On like this begging for Something From you
Call me bitch? That I am, dear. That I am. I wear it proud, like a medal. Say what I think and do what I like. Swear and smoke and drink too much. Love too deep and live too free. I am too much for the tender likes of you, maybe. Don’t matter what you…Read more Bitch
You win, you’ve won. And how could you not? You have years. I have hours. He loves you for the past. He could have loved me for the future but the past, your past together is more important. It calls to him in his sleep. It haunts him in the daylight. I am a dream…Read more To Her
I got my first tattoo a few days ago. Until I walked into the tattoo parlor, I would have sworn that I would never mark my body like that. I would have told you that tattoos are vulgar and that people who get them are bound to regret them at some point. Maybe they are…Read more Markings
You left, but you left pieces of you behind: A shirt, a pair of socks, your crappy beer, a dent in my bed Where you used to lay. You took pieces of me with you. I’d like them back please.