Category Archive: The Secrets

The pain inside, I Cry.

The pain inside, the sorrow, it hurts so much. I want to scream, I cry. It’s gone on too long, I’ve felt this for so long. I need a release, I need the… Continue reading

Anxiety – A truly ugly part of life.

Anxiety, a truly ugly part of life. Anxiety attacked me yesterday, full on assault today. I know this all too well, I hate it too. First, depression tried to keep me in bed,… 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 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

Life, it can be a complicated mess

Life, it can be a complicated mess, a nasty, gross, unfortunate, painful mess. It can be beautiful too, happiness and all the warm fuzzy feelings. I remember those exist, but I at the… Continue reading

The Reasons

I may never understand why you left, or why it affected my so strongly. Was it my love for you? Perhaps it was that I’ve always been the one that did the leaving.… Continue reading