He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in this very second. I appreciate, cherish, and thank him for it; ...
I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air and I’m lying half past gone.
When you look in the mirror, do you look at yourself or for yourself?
As he stood in the darkness, his eyes glistened and that’s when I knew my light found its traction.
I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?
Someone's therapist knows all about you.
Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.
I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.
Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?
