Monthly Archive: October, 2016

Well hello, Mr. Unicorn. Depression Lies

Today, I consider a lie — not my own, but one of Depression’s many deceptions. Minna, perhaps it’s time for you to fade back into the background of life. Maybe it’s time you stopped writing,… Continue reading

Tomorrow will be Better

He checks on me every morning. My friend, the one that knows heartbreak so well, the one that loves so deeply that he knows the joy and the pain of love. “How are… Continue reading

He asks about my boyfriend

A familiar face and familiar arms circling me in a hug. He asks about my boyfriend, as he always does. He looks sad and offers an apology when I explain that the man… Continue reading

Just Sleep

Just sleep, it’s that even possible with us? I don’t think so, you think we should try. Even now, I look to you for the important answers, the most possible suggestions, the truth… Continue reading

As if we were Mere Strangers in a Bar

I’m out with him — cool, confident, gentle, him. The night is late and the bar is loud, he want’s to dance but I’m not much of a dancer. He finally gets me… Continue reading

I need you like the flower needs the sun

Must I go on without you, I don’t want to, I can not. I love you with every fiber of my soul, every beat of my heart. I simply can not. I want… Continue reading

Butterflies

It’s been a week, two, since we’ve talked, I’m not sure. I could look at the calendar to be sure, but I won’t. Getting over him has been the most difficult task of… Continue reading

I tell you that I love You

I tell you I love you and you tell me that I can’t. You tell me that I can’t love you, because you can’t be loved. I tell you that I do and… Continue reading

Will I be thinking of his kiss when I’m 80?

I feel like sleeping all day again. I woke up with the sun this morning and laid in bed thinking about him. My mind skipped from one thought to another. I miss him,… Continue reading

Too much tequila & a broken Heart

Too much tequila, and I slipped my hand under my shirt. Too much tequila, and I slipped my hand into my panties. Too much tequila, and I whispered your name. Too much tequila,… Continue reading