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

Tequila Soaked Prose, it’s Poetry Today

Tequila soaked prose. I love you. I write of you, in my tequila soaked prose. The foggy bliss of my tequila euphoria. I write of you. I love you, in my tequila soaked… Continue reading

My Heart was Fighting to Beat

I woke up in the middle of the night, for the second time this week, something feeling wrong with my body. I felt like the weight of the air was crushing my chest,… Continue reading

Your Lavender Balloon

DRAFT I feel like a balloon, floating around the sky above you. A balloon filled with helium, a string tied tightly around me. Lavender, with shimmering white string spanning the distance between me… Continue reading

But for now, It’s Darkness

There are days that I hesitate before writing yet another sad and depressive piece of writing — I fear pushing people away with my gloomy sadness. Today I considered the possibility that hesitating or even… Continue reading

Bourbon and Coffee, Like the Hands of a Lover

It’s been a long day, I’m tired and tired of the world screaming around me. I go to bed at my usual time, snuggle with my blanket for twenty minutes not wanting to… Continue reading

This feels like Torture

I feel tortured. This love feels like pure torture. I don’t want to beg you to love me. It kills me to know that I silently beg you to need me. When does… Continue reading

He loves me through Depression

I wonder why he stays with me. Life isn’t easy, and my life is one obstacle after another. Living with depression is like that. There are good days and bad days, then there… Continue reading