There was this donut shop.
You took me there on one of our first dates
or whatever you want to call it.
No one has ever taken me to a late night place like that.
it is totally me.
Food.
you knew the way to my heart.
that became one of our places.
overtime we stopped going.
our love for the donut shop sort of faded
I guess our love started to fade too.
I'll never forgive myself.
for the wrongs that I have done.
and neither will you.
but that's okay.
why we thought it would be okay to meet at a place that
held such wonderful memories
to talk about
how we are not together.
to talk about my wrongs
to talk about your rights.
to talk about where we faltered.
and the last time we met,
I told you, you would be okay.
that you would find a love like ours.
and you whispered under your breath
after shaking your head,
"it only took 20 years"
We sat in silence.
and I knew
that it would never be the same ever again.
as much as you love me
as much as I love you
We both knew that it was done.
So we sat a little longer
knowing that neither of us wanted to leave
but knowing that we had too
cause it was better for the both of us.
We said our last goodbye
and held each other once more.
I turned around
door closed and you were gone.
I guess it goes full circle.
where we once loved deeply
it only felt right to end things
where they began.
the donut shop.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
Nicknames make me laugh
They express a person,
Through another persons eyes.
Or maybe a name,
Given by the person themselves.
The love of my life.
His nickname is my baby bear.
Why?
He doesn't have bear like qualities,
Nor is he a baby (sometimes)
But because for me,
His nickname expresses clearly what he is.
He is MY baby bear.
Without intention it has came to be,
The possessiveness that comes out of me.
Because no matter what he may be...
Sweetie, Hunny, Sugar Pie.
He will always be my,
My love of my life.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
Sitting in the back of truck beds should be required
Hair all over the place
Wind all in my face
Can barely open my eyes to see
but when I do
sights fill me up and open my mind
to all the beauty around me that I would never find.
In hawaii this is the best
driving in the back of truck beds
although my **** gets achy from the rough, cold truck
I wouldn't change my seat for the comfy one in the front.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:06 AM UTC
This cheap bottle of wine makes me happy.
it sadly brings some satisfaction.
am i an alcoholic?
Wine oh, wine.
Keep feeding me what i want.
make me feel what long distance love can't,
some physical warmness in my belly.
dizzy and laughing with glee.
how i miss my lover.
and how sad i turn to a glass bottle of cheap wine,
to fill the void.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 7:04 AM UTC
My like for you has turned into love.
its uncontrollable, pouring over the edge love.
love that makes me uncomfortable
but so comfortable at the same time.
You are the rough yet gentle waves
and I the sobering sand.
washing over me,
taking some of me with you after every wave.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:15 AM UTC