“Don’t love” she said,
As she laid there swallowed by the blackness upon her bed.
Soaked in mascara and wreckage from three nights before-
Watching the days roll from behind closed doors..
“Trust no one” she began to explain
Over and over she drilled this into my brain,
She was the type to quickly point blame
Then turn to drugs and men in her cycle of shame-
I know Shame.
She and I aren’t too far from the same.
She’s frightened to be alone
And I’m frightened to be what she became-
Frightened our blood line determines our fate
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
He resided in wonderland
where love was beautiful
passion was peaceful
and dreams were sweet -
But he took a flight
away, out of sight
and that’s where he met me .
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
(Short Story)
The questions burned inside of me
searing through my guts to my core
leaving a trail of ash through this house
treating my blood like gasoline
smoke rising to my head
melting my brain
Down to this;
One question -
Did he do it?
I could hear my heart beating and watched the hairs on my skin shake a little from the rumble of its thunder.
I asked this question to myself over and over. First, in disbelief. Not letting the facts in front of me fully sink in. But as hours passed, the question began to change and I began to see the woman in the mirror staring back at me a little bit differently.
We’ve almost been here. Time and again. This place of such uncertainty and unknown. But never this close. Not here where we are today. I poured a glass of wine and kept the channel 3 tv on mute. Leaned against the cabinets and granite counter top in the kitchen. I put my head down. Starting at the residue of water stains on the glass that I had chosen. These water stains are disrupting my peace, I thought. Just another flaw in this house that nobody else sees. Infidelity allegations, sleepless nights, bedroom fights, and now this?
I put the glass down, found my way slowly in my Saint Laurent Swarovski crystal-embellished satin pumps through the dim, echoing hallway to the den. My place for morning light and his for evening company and cigars. I looked all around, starring at every wall. Flashbacks of us stripping down, him gripping my waist as he thrusted inside of me while I held on to these walls for stability. A house that has seen many things. If these walls could speak I may not believe their stories.
But this story, is difficult to disbelieve. Not revealed from walls, but through the power of the news media crew. Unfolding and developing stories ringing in my ears. Like high frequency waves making me dizzy. The story of Anna. The last breath she took and the last person to see her alive. The man they believe to be her lover. A quiet man, intuitive, logical and a realist. A hard working, loving and devoted family man. My husband, Oliver. Now under the authoritative custody of the Mipson county sheriff department, as a prime suspect for the ****** of Miss Anna B Delaney.
Details of the scene have not yet been released so it is still unclear and most inconceivable to imagine what happened to Anna.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
Embrace your heartbreak
Suffocate your sorrow
Be the girl he couldn’t hinder
Ignite your inner bravado
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
My universe comes
to an unnerving halt when I see you
But I continue to walk
as if I’m in a rush with somewhere to be
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
Every morning
I open my tender eyes and see you
I feel your soft skin against mine
It’s a dream all of its own
That I wish to exist in
For forever and a day
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
I only wanted to love him
But his love wasn’t tangible
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:08 AM UTC
*The greatest strength I have
is what I built
after you destroyed everything.
I became my own knight in shining armor.*
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
The repetitive melody
A symphony of peace and joy
Two lives coming together
Combining generations
To create one
But there’s something about that harmony
That I don’t understand
Something that boils my thin blood
So hot that I hyperventilate
And it pushes me away
Beyond the song
And past the crowd
To a place of solitude
A lonely place of thought
Why is love so broken
And all of the people involved
Why are we all so broken
Because of love
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
I’ll take the blame
Because I know it’s harder for you
To admit your wrongs
To realize your wrongs
So I’ll take the blame
And I’ll listen to your pain
Because I know it’s harder for you
To heal
To move on
So I’ll take the blame
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC