You’re familiar and safe from vulnerability You give me all your time yet I’m still left feeling like I don’t measure up somehow. With you there’s no risk but somehow with you I still end up hurt. -Oct 2019
I have to come to terms with that fact that you’ll never own up to all that you put me through. You deflect it enough that I wonder if I’m losing my mind again with you. I’m trying to learn not to place the blame in dark places or wishing wells. Sometimes they’re one in the same but I’m done…
If you’re going to close the door then just do it baby because I can’t spend my whole life always checking to see if you still have a light burning for me. So either slam that door or let me in.
You say you’ll have to remember what I like for next time. But there never was a next time. It was a last time And I wish I held on a little bit longer I wish I could still remember the feel of your skin and the sound of your voice. And I wish I didn’t have to remember at…
My door was never open to you. But all these years you’ve camped out in the front yard. I’m not taking you back because I never called you mine. But I’ll meet you outside my door. -Sept 2019
I knew when I downloaded the apps that I didn’t want to jump right into anything. I also knew it takes a long time to meet someone you actually want to go on more than one date with so I wasn’t too worried about it. The reason I downloaded the apps in the first place right after the break up…
I don’t miss you. I miss having fantasies and the shimmering hope for love. Sometimes I get mixed up. -Sept 2019
I want to hurt you if only to prove That you’ve finally let me in close enough to mean something to you. -Sept 2019
This reunion isn’t as I imagined it would be. I knew I’d changed over the past 3 years but I forgot that you could too. I’ve built fantasies from past memories But all I have to show for it is a disappointing reality. -Sept 2019
You say you don’t need me as you reach out for my hand. You try to leave me as you post pictures Desperate for my eyes to see. We each take turns posting Green lights at the edge of Gatsby’s dock. We never say what we mean afraid that darkness might be the only response. -Sept 2019