I knew two things from that first puzzle we did.
I knew that we would never find that missing piece and that we'd probably lose another
(we did)
I knew that you were the only woman for me and that I was going to marry you
(I did)
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
I've always enjoyed a good cup of coffee,
Which is why I've gotten really good at making it.
My slow solo morning sips,
It was the only time my coffee got the attention I believed it deserved.
But then you took your first sip of my coffee.
It was a slow sweet simple sip,
Yet my coffee seemed to find a place where it was truly meant to be enjoyed.
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 11:57 AM UTC
The warmth I get from you when your lips touch unapologetically,
As they softly poke each of your cheeks,
Ensuring your dimples leave a crescent that leaves the moon jealous.
It's a warmth sweater than a freshly baked apple pie,
stronger than the light that reflects off the lake's surface,
Softer than the apple-filled lake breeze that lifts your hair.
A smile,
so warm,
the sunshine started to feel cold.
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 8:24 PM UTC
If I could just love you as much as you loved me on days that i didn’t react to you,
I would hate myself- just a smidge less…
I would forgive myself for how I no longer get butterflies when I hold your hand,
Yet I can hear your butterflies flutter just as they did when we had our first kiss…
Just a few of the moments I’ve stolen from us,
All because I can’t seem to get over the things that have been stolen from me…
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 10:09 PM UTC
A time cuando todo el surfimiento ceases to exist,
Donde dolor es just a dream,
Y el amor is truly free and truly felt,
When we are hecho completo en Christo.
Mañana,
Cuando tenemos time to finally stop and actually ask each other,
Cómo estás haciendo?
When we have el tiempo a cocinar,
And to finally have a meal together.
Hasta Mañana.
Aug 9, 2023
Aug 9, 2023 at 9:19 PM UTC
I've haven seen you cry in a long time,
But lately you've been sitting in the rain looking towards the sky.
Your eye’s red from the rain drops hitting your iris,
I ask you "does it hurt?"
You responds "only when the rain falls."
I wonder if I’ll get to see you cry . . .
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 10:06 PM UTC
My momma taught me love meant,
Doing what ever needed to be done for that person,
Even if it cost you your life.
Now she never actually said that but,
She showed me that with every action she did for me from birth.
See,
My mom almost died while giving me life.
See,
My mom always put food on the table,
Even if she had to pawn the promise ring my dad gave her.
See,
My mom didn’t have to tell me she loved me,
But she did anyways.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
Am I a Sinner or am I a Saint?
Cause I’ve been given the ability,
To both Love and Hate.
To both give and take.
To both sin and pray.
I wish I could spend my late nights praying to the God who came down to make me right in his fathers eyes.
But I tend to spend those late nights,
Taking one shot too many,
Watching internet clips that I shouldn’t be,
Wishing that I wasn’t alive right now.
Because I’ve allow my flesh to convince me to partake in the things of this world,
As if there was no consequence,
As if it would give me rest,
As if it would some how make me blessed.
But let me inform you,
That I’ve been filled with nothing but regrets.
That a world without God is nothing but a reject.
That all I can do is simply repent.
But my shame still clings to me like a spirit ******* leech.
Trying to make me forget that my God has made me stainless like a white shirt after bleach.
Try to make me forget that,
Jesus was put physically 6ft deep,
So that I wouldn’t have to be put spiritually 6ft deep.
In that,
He took all my regrets and they died along with him,
He took all my shame and it died along with him,
He took all my sin and it died along with him,
He took my flesh and it died alone with him.
That when he resurrected,
My spirit was made alive in him.
Yet in that,
I still have the ability to both sin and pray
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
I’ve been self taught since the day I was born.
I taught myself to cry to allow oxygen to enter my lungs.
I taught myself to hold by bottle cause I got tired or my mom taking it from me.
I taught myself to lie when my mom asked me if I ate all the cookies.
I taught myself to ride a bike when my father got fed up with teaching me.
I taught myself to never make my father angry so I wouldn’t get no ahhh wooping.
I taught myself math cause my teachers were not skilled enough to get it through my head.
I taught myself science equations cause when my teacher spoke she made no sense.
I taught myself to love myself cause I never knew if anyone would.
I taught myself to love someone who never really loved me.
I taught myself.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
I don’t hold on to these memories because I’m sad,
Not even mad,
Not even reminiscing,
Not even trying to figure out where it went wrong,
Not even thinking about how much I loved you.
I hold on to these memories because I’ve never been hurt this much before.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC