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I heard you that night,
when you whispered my name and waited for some type of response.
I was so lost in the illusion of ‘love’
that my heart wouldn’t let my voice whisper back.
We laid still that night,
when we should have opened our hearts.
This damn illusion of ‘love’ lasting forever
stopped any kind of..I love yous.. from leaving this broken heart.
I would have told her to stop
if she made the move, she never made
but not right away, I would have let our lips touch just long enough
for it to be called anything but a decent kiss
and when she would ask why
in a seductive –I don’t want to stop- kind of way
I would have told her…
it’s just another memory to think of
on the lonely highways back home
and we’ve made enough of those
so lets leave well enough alone..
I’m just the thrill of the chase
and you’re just the thrill of a kiss
so take your lost self and get far, far away
away from my head.. away from my heart
run as fast as you can.. before I catch up
…out of breath and wordless yet again
I miss falling asleep on your chest
I miss calling you mine- I used to take such pride in it
I miss feeling secure in a relationship
…a relationship that was anything but secure
she changed my life
I changed hers
and I probably didn’t even alter yours.
Her body is on top of mine, once again
But this time, it isn’t some late night fantasy
We latch on- mirroring the life saving device our very first night.
Our breaths sing a sweet lullaby as we hold each other tight
Our lips are soon inches apart, torture at its finest.
My hands are wandering; they’re out of my control
My finger tips caress her skin and a rush overcomes every part of my body.
Our lips meet and our tongues soon touch.
A sweet taste I thought was gone forever
As I lay her head on the pillow and begin to kiss her naked body
I realize it must stop here
Any further and hearts will get attached
Glimpses into our late night fantasies
Only makes our desires stronger
We’re both ready
For another chance
Another long night
Filled with back arching moans
Alcohol will play a part
No broken hearts
No feelings
Lets leave this in the bedroom.
Too many people will get hurt by our actions
Neither of us wants that
Hopefully we’ll be able to stop at one night
One time only
But for some reason- I’ll bet against it.
I’m sure i’ll regret the high bar tab in the morning
But at that moment, I won’t let the word regret cross my mind
For if I did, I would stop it right then.
She’ll hold me close as I drunkenly swipe the hotel key for the third time.
Maybe the red blinking light is a sign- but third times a charm.
I’m sure our laugher will awake people, just as our moans soon will.
A smile has not left our faces since the moment we reunited.
It’s been too long since I’ve felt her touch and made her laugh.
Although divorce papers and a broken relationship might be the end result.
She is worth it.
She will always be worth the consequence.
Always.
Lines from Journal 2003-2006
But…He cried
I mean he really cried this time. He didn’t get out of bed for days. He literally got on his hands and knees and begged for me. He said he would change. He really means it this time; I could see it in his eyes. He even bought me flowers, made me dinner, and told me he loved me. He is really trying. He said he didn’t want to lose me. He said he was just ‘joking’ with the text messages. He didn’t really mean it. Look at all of the poems he wrote for me. He loves me.
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I might be out of place
But woman to woman
Lets be honest..
The poems will only last so long.
Trust me I have a box full of them.
After you get over the shock of tears falling from his face
You will realize they’re only as real as his promises.
Why do I even feel the need to reach out to you?
You have seen first hand him treating someone else the same way.
The secret letters, comments, and texts.
I mean, after all- you were the one receiving them.
But despite all the pain and anger this has caused me.
You should know..
There is life after him.
I hate you
For giving me hope that we could make my mothers fairytale lifestyle come true
I hate you
For betraying me for so many years.
I hate you
For saying ‘I love you’ too late.
I hate you
Because when I lost you, I also lost your/my family.
I loved you.
I hate you
For choosing her so many times.
I hate you
For making memories with me.
I hate you
For never going away.
I hate you
Because I was never enough
I loved you.
I hate
That you weren’t my first true love
I hate
That you weren’t my first sexually
I hate
that they took all of this away from us.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Take it all away
All of these memories
Dried up tears
Feelings
Songs
All of it.
Im coming back home
But I won’t mend the pieces
There is no room in my heart
We will start over this time
Actually
We won’t even start
We’ve passed the finish line