Surprise

You think that you were hurting me,

but I promise I was letting you.

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The cliffhanger

Wait…shhh…

Just when you thought the chemistry was waning

and the want to kiss you was fading;

That the thought of us was too real

And that the reality of us working was unreal;

The universe turned us both upside down…

Think about it though!

24 hours in a day,

7 days a week, 

We have a choice that seems detrimental if we choose incorrectly;

And yet, we’ve chosen one another…still

31 and 26 years old to date

We both feel like time is running out and tomorrow isn’t even a consideration!

We think and rethink our choices

And then

Nights like this remind us that we are

Indeed too infinite to plan around…

The last hoorah.

Toxic.
Your eyes,
No hope.
Inside,
Dying.
Friendships,
Dying.
Trust,
Dying.
Loyalty,
A lie.
Never will
We breathe
Clean air
Because we are
Polluted
By a surrounding so dirty,
By people, so dirty;
Uncontrolled,
Controlling
Us
Like puppets.
You leave
8 days
Away,
Far away.
My heart will break
But,
My air will be
Clean then.

Mhm…

Look up baby
Because I am watching you and not the television screen
Reading you like a book written in sign language
Playing it safe until I know that you’re ready for me
Taking notes of poetry each time you doubt the kind of love you’ve received…

The expectation of perfection only pulls me in; my kiss to your lips are laced with flavors of your past sins, I want to drive you crazy so you learn the real meaning of love without boundaries…

I do it all to watch you squirm…

The walking dead

Tragedy feels like a motion picture.
I feel it hurting me, but only temporary… like a scene in a tear jerker movie.
Tomorrow I will wake as if it never happened.

As if yesterday,
I didn’t die from heartbreak.

divine interventions /writers taboo

Today, I lost 20 dollars.
Even better though…
Is that today,
Someone found 20 dollars.

Life is like magic,
And I am the magician.

So, side note:

I sit in my car, right outside of the
Home I am renting. I always sit in my car and think, write about stuff after i get home from work. Always curious about change, I think back on this date exactly one year ago. I wrote something that sent chills down my own spine…here…I’ll post it below:

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I didn’t know it before, I’d never seen it before
I knew that it existed, but it was an observation of the person next to me, in front of me,
never inside of me.
I am angry.

I first noticed the signs when small things would well up this burning ball of fire, an immediate need to reach

How do you know that you are living or simply existing? Hoping that your silent screams are heard
loud enough through the speakers of your writings, to share the remedies of both mental and emotional
heartache through the tip of your ink pen?

Reading this freaked me out, because as I sit in the car, I want to write the same exact thing. Same emotion. Some fear, just a different year. Makes me think. How much have I really changed since September of 2014?