Tag: poetry

a lingering look
a smile
a lean in
a touch
a kiss
then more

I don’t want
to share a home
a ring
to just fuck
one night

I want
to run my fingers through someone’s hair
to tell someone about my day
good morning and good night texts
wine and laughing and singing

I don’t want
endless small talk
breadcrumbs and ghosting

I just want
my person

of all the things you took from me
I miss my naivety the most

I no longer believe in soulmates
no one person for you
for me
for anyone

love is not innocent anymore
it hurts
it breaks
it betrays

I no longer blindly trust
why should I
when the one person I could count on
lied straight to my face
every day
for months

the hopeless romantic in me
is long gone now
and all that’s left is just
….

even strong women
sometimes need
the wrong men
to learn things from
sometimes the best way
to know what you need
is by discovering the things
you thought you wanted
but really didn’t

I have lost 35 pounds
but I still feel heavy
the tag reads two sizes smaller
but in the mirror I still see
the same fat girl
but I’m alone now
carrying all this weight
of my body
of my choices
of everything really

I have lost 35 pounds
but it feels like I’m carrying around
so much more

holding your little hands in mine
seeing your smiles
hearing your laughs
my face is in your faces
pieces of me
make up pieces of you
you both are my heart
and my life
and my light
my boys until
forever

take my hand
I want to show you
my light
my love
let me bewitch you
dazzle you
amaze you
come
take my hand

I can feel the fire
the flame deep inside
I can see the light
it’s brighter than its ever been before
I am the witch
I am the goddess
and all I want to do is laugh
and smile
because I know now
the universe is guiding me
and teaching me
and the things I thought I needed
are clearly not the things I need

there it is
again
that little spark of hope
someone comes along and
reminds you
there are people out there
there is someone out there

I still get mad sometimes. The one-sided conversations (you remember, the ones you said were attacks) pop up in my mind and get me raging all over again. Just because I’m upset, it doesn’t mean I want you back. I don’t need you or miss you, but I still grieve. I mourn for the life I’d made up in head. I mourn for the man who doesn’t exist. Sometimes I still want things that aren’t real.