Prose: Memories

I spend my days with coffee, literature and writing about memories of you and me.

Storm

Haven’t you heard women like me cause pure destruction?

Yet, here you are still intrigued and not even trying to leave

You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into — Not a clue

I’m the rain

I’m the lightning

Darling, I’m the storm

Prose: Advice from an Old Soul

Don’t let fear stop you from falling in love.  Young man, the most beautiful things in life are felt within the heart.

Too Late

I lost you; I stopped drinking.

To Be Continued

When you left my book of life

The chapter ended but the story continued

I do not read the same chapter twice

Next Chapter: Moving On

Ghost

You were there one day

Then you were gone

No goodbye

Just like in a sad song

Words I’ll Never Say

You may think you have used me or hurt me

You may even think I hate you

I am okay with you thinking that

It is better than the truth

 

All you were was a rebound

I liked the idea of having someone there

I do not hate you

I hate myself for using you

 

Those feelings were never really there

All part of the show

Manipulation

It is what I do best

 

It is good that you left

I have rough edges that may cause harm

Broken promises

Broken hearts

 

I hope another woman can show you love again

I am not capable of doing so anytime soon

It is what you deserve

I wish you the best

Toxic

You aren’t good for me

I’m not good for you

Yet, we still have chemistry

Magnetic perhaps

Explosive always

However, it’s toxic

Slowly killing us

This love is poison

Brokenhearted Insomnia

1:16 am

I can’t sleep

Thoughts of you intoxicate me

I’m drowning with what could have been and what I should have said

Things I can’t take back

Things I can’t make right

I didn’t think hearts were meant to for breaking but mine feels like it’s falling apart

1:16 am

I can’t sleep

Mama Ida

I once lived with my birth mother
She was very beautiful and kind
No matter how hard she tried,
She couldn’t take care of me
Her mental illness became too much
Where she had to sadly give me up
I don’t remember when or how I ended up in a foster home
All I know is little me wondered what I did so wrong
Now these unwanted feelings return as I become an adult
And no matter how hard I try,
Those feelings of abandonment do not die
I thought all my life if I was perfect,
No one would leave me
My psychologist says that’s not true thinking
No wonder my self-esteem and confidence through years has been sinking
All I can do is take it day by day
Mama Ida, I love you and forgive you
I know you were just trying to give me a better life