The pain for me was loneliness. It was a cold searing burned deep in my chest, ever present and smoldering.
I tried not to write about you today. I don’t know, maybe I’m just too fucking sentimental. I also took an attempt to be positive. Demanding you back into my life. It was short-lived. Because no matter what your decision was or what your heart accepted to be true, how it made you feel, isContinue reading “Only to be with You”
Last night the playground had been flooded. The once joyous park now appeared as a cesspool of floating woodchips. I didn’t even check the sky before strapping Nehemiah into his harness and in a routine manner, exiting the front door. The skies were clear. I hadn’t been thinking about your response. On the contrary. IContinue reading “Anticipating”
I want the evolution of us to be one that is beautiful. Our rise and fall will forever have a seat at the table. It will be an everyday tribute to the truth about love: The prerequisite for love is to love yourself. In the beginning, we were hoping for something I never thought IContinue reading “To Quinton”
Author Miss Parisia B. “But I shame you more than I appreciate you and that’s not love.” Along the way, we started to enjoy this disharmonious bliss. So scared to be alone, and genuinely unaware of the dying warmth beneath our palms. I thought I would live to love you, but now every mouthful isContinue reading “The Orgasm of Blue”
Who are you, and what do you want from me? Do you remember when we sat in your car, and it started raining? I stared at the window because I wanted to dance in it with you. There probably wasn’t even enough rain, but the point is you. Where did you come from? Your dark image peered intoContinue reading “Dear Symphony “