“…..and now he has another woman…..she says I’m brave…..that’s what she said happened…..he has another woman……he left her for the other woman…..that’s what she said…..he married the other woman…..they had a kid too…..he left her for the other woman…..” She thought they were over this! (but, honest, she never thought that.) Three years ago, she… Read More Opened Wound
Sometimes I want to yell at you and tell you I can’t do this, that I’m not strong enough to go through this. Sometimes I want to scream into the night and not stir a single soul although my heart hurts because I know it’s broken – and it’s crying for me. When you’re in… Read More Who Am I Without ‘Me’?
I feel his body against mine as he pulls me into his arms, and smile. I feel all the tension in my body from days of stress slowly fade away as I take a deep breath. I feel him snuggle into the side of my neck and giggle. He holds me tightly; it feels sort… Read More D.J. Moreno
Constantly having earbuds in outside and headphones on inside, music is his attempt to silence the silence. Even the music in his ears get silenced by the silence that pounds in his head. At the same time that he heard an echo in his heart wishing for her to stop him once again and gently… Read More Have Fun
please be okay. please remember to breathe. please stay strong for me. please make it through another day.
I’m sorry…for neglecting your needs. I’m sorry…for thinking you could handle just about anything. I’m sorry…for pushing you past your limits. I’m sorry…for never really letting you have a say. I’m sorry…that you were hurting in the dark. I’m sorry…that I can’t change the past. I’m sorry…that your scars are permanent. I’m sorry…that the memories… Read More Sorry, Now and Forever
The dark clouds, the rain, the thunderstorms,
The heartaches, the anxiety, and the blood.… Read More Confession
I cried. I felt my eyes tear up and took a steady breath, trying to calm my nerves, not wanting to cry. But it didn’t help. I looked up at you and listened to you singing and playing your guitar, as you always do so gracefully. It felt like you understood what I was going… Read More Cried. Forever.
Some days, I just want to scream. I stare at my monitor and backtrack to my laptop screen, not a single coherent thought in my mind. I stare at the last text I sent you, a simple “that’s good to hear, and wish you could read my thoughts. I stare at myself in the mirror… Read More
“All I ask,” she told him, “is for you to be here because you want to, because you want me to be apart of your life, because you can’t imagine life without me, because you love me.” She paused as flashbacks from the endings of her last couple relationships sailed through her mind. Was it… Read More Backboneless Confrontation
She cries into her pillow each night her heart breaks a little further. She sees her hands tremble even when she tries to focus. She senses herself slipping even when she is laughing and enjoying the sunlight on her skin. She knows herself better than to say she is okay. She tries her best to… Read More Breaking Even More
I hesitated to pick up the phone and dial the number in my head. I didn’t know why. The worst thing that could happen was he’d ask what happened and decline to go. I sighed and picked up the phone. Pressed call. “Hello?” His voice sounded wary. It had been a while since I called… Read More Funeral Date?
Honest. I don’t know what to expect anymore. I thought everything was going to be okay…but how do you say that when all you see are mistakes reappearing and moments you never wanted to remember being relived? That scared, that terrified, that tormented feeling returns back to me each and every time I close my… Read More Relapse (Again)
For the scars on my body which granted me life after my surgery at one day old. For the constant crying that kept you up at night while I was healing. For the worry that I made you feel as I was growing up. For the concerns that always wondered your thoughts whenever you looked… Read More Sorry…
I’m the kind of girl who loves movie dates curled up on a couch under warm blankets. I’m the kind of girl who loves holding his hand and dancing around in public to draw attention to the fact that he’s mine. I’m the kind of girl who loves the cutesy charm stuff. I’m the kind… Read More Girl