Sunday, January 29, 2012
runner up
My heart has always been somewhere else
Never where it should be
I’ve loved. I’ve lost.
I lost what I wanted
I loved what I didn’t need
My heart hearts challenges
It grieves mistakes
My heart loves to love
It pumps faster with doubt
My heart fears loneliness
Then it creates a place for acceptance
My heart is usually lost
Lost in a state of second place
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
my moment
There’s something about that certain feeling
That feeling when you realized you will be okay
The moment when you know someone is watching you
Taking care of you
There’s something to be said for not saying anything anymore
Where your words can’t do your thoughts justice
Explaining seems unnecessary
When your actions mean more than the words you speak
There’s something about being at peace
Knowing who you are
Knowing God has your back
There’s something about closing your eyes
Taking a deep breath & saying,
“Thank You God”
Then exhaling with ease
Thursday, January 5, 2012
the idea.
We say we want a future with someone
We say we want someone to call our own
But do we really want it?
The idea of a relationship is beautiful
The idea of being someone’s one & only can be remarkable
It can be.
Could, would, should
Yes.
Should’ve Would’ve Could’ve
Many of us should’ve taken that extra step
Many of us would’ve made more of an effort if we knew what we knew today
Many of us could’ve loved him or her a little better
The idea of loving someone unconditionally will have your heart skipping beats
The reality of heartbreak will burn your deepest desires. Your idea will be ousted
We say we want that fairy tale
We say he was full of shit, she was no good
But sometimes ...
what we really mean is we were caught up in the idea
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
part II.
Worse than better
It ended before it even got started
I miss nothing
Not even the simple hello
The kiss after we said hello
The kiss before we said goodbye
I don’t miss it
I did learn more about my ways
The deal breakers
What I would
What I couldn’t compromise
I learned I could be the bad guy
But I learned something
Good men do stupid things
Stupid men love when it’s really a like
I was the smart one
No regrets, no feelings
Its over
Again. No regrets
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