I feel like it’s time
I’m just biding,
until you turn around and, finally,
figure it all out.
That you don’t really care for me
as you originally thought
Premonitions aren’t always right. But sometimes, your intuition knows more than you do. Listen.
you can’t rush the
No matter how much
you were at the point
where you could confidently
place your hand on his
already knowing every way
to make him
This was inspired by a Faith47 video piece I saw on Instagram. Check it out:
(find it here, if the above isn’t working)
I don’t know what you thought this was
but it was far from love.
My midnight confession was only a fact-
a simple admission,
not a heaping of meaning on anything more
than just a good feeling.
I’m no moon-eyed school girl
looking up at you
I’m a grown ass woman
who doesn’t need
I hope that you and your ego will be happy
As for me?
I’ll be just fine.
Just some things I never got to say. Some thoughts that came way too late.
I wish you all the best-
It was short, fun, and
you’re nice enough, but there’s still learning to do.
I don’t hold anything against you.
Just never forget, I’m gonna be just fine-
Already, I am.
Hell yeah! That felt good.
I wanted to kiss you –
I should have done.
But something held me back.
It was me, really, all along,
too afraid of the cleaner truth –
That forging connection
is more fearful and more
Than facing the world alone
It’s time to get out of your comfort zone, self.
Hasn’t it always been worth it before?
I wanted you to know that I was awake as you slept.
I felt you move closer and hold me,
felt you unconsciously kiss my nose,
lost somewhere deep within a dream.
We are not lovers and we never have been.
And, likely, never will be.
But I was awake while you were sleeping.
And I wanted to tell you
that I liked lying awake
next to you.
Another older one I thought I’d bring to live here.
Your lack of effort tells me more
Than your behavior when we’re near
Convenience and boredom have a funny way of acting like interest
And it leaves me frustrated and cold
When all I want’s a little warm
An old poem from I wanted to give a new home here on this blog.