Being honest, I usually do not have the nerve to kick unnecessary people out of my life. However, when they, for whatever reason, choose to walk out on their own, I somehow always find the wherewithal to run behind them and lock the fucking door!
If I’d let you, you’d take all of me, wouldn't you? Down to the very last piece of me Not even leaving bones or blood. Not even leaving a reminder that I once was. And sometimes I still feel guilty for not giving it to you.
For a while, whenever you asked I was delighted to oblige. I thought our feelings were mutual. A fair trade, so to speak. So, all of me I gave to you, filled to the brim (No one warned me to keep a little for myself, you know, just in case). I gave you my warmest … Continue reading First Time Around
Hey... Of all the words floating about my mind That’s about all I can muster up to say To you. Have no clue how it came to this, tho. Yes, I’ve changed. So have you. I remember you. Us. I love those memories, most of them, at least. I hate you now. Get the urge … Continue reading Hey
I am going to leave them here. However, I am not sure if my thoughts will take their place on paper, easily. If they will lie down in books and sit quietly on shelves. Next to Morrison or Angelou they may at times feel inadequate. Jealous, even. Just as so, they may be a tad … Continue reading Farewell