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Stewie Jul 2018
He is someone I could spend the rest of my life with.


I watch him walk away and think...


....that’s my future husband
Stewie Dec 2017
When I am sad, I try to remember happier times to help me get by.
                                          I'm restless.
I miss the warm summers in Florida, on the beach.
You put your arm around me, the sand between our toes
The sun setting behind the clouds, over the water
                                    Trying to forget you.
The night out in downtown, ice cream in the winter
Stumbling on the broken sidewalks, palm trees sway in the wind
Kissing on the railroad tracks.
                                      I hate how you lie.
Prom dress on the floor, warm nights in bed
My first love, my first everything
Backwards hats and skinny jeans
                                        I miss your kiss.
Good memories are always overshadowed by immense sadness and the fact that I am now alone.
                                    It won't always be this way.
Stewie Jan 2018
Yes, I still think about you pushing me up against my car.
I mean, why wouldn't I?
At times I swear I can still smell your breath on my mouth.
It's the craziest getting lost, thinking about you.
It slowly becomes a crazy spiral of abnormalities of sorts.
You're a jagged edge stuck in my brain and if I pull you out,
I lose all sensation of what love actually is.
I am a lost mouse running through a maze, looking for any help along the way.
From your skinny jeans, to your jaw-
Your beard, to your menthol cigarettes-
To watching you drive away-
I'll gladly go through all of it, all over again.
Maybe one time, it will end differently.
You are someone I will miss until I am dead.
Stewie Dec 2017
Where are you supposed to go when no place feels like home?
How are you supposed to fall in love, when no one can **** your mind like you want them to?

I find myself in this dilemma quite often.

I look for love in the unknown.

Locked eyes in a coffee shop.
Brushing hands while reaching for the same fruit in the grocery store.
When the car blinker in front of me, matches mine at the exact same pulse.
Laughing at the same joke in a crowd of people.
Vibing to the beat at a concert.

I refuse to look for love online.

I want to find little love moments like that around me, in real life, and never let them go.

Love will find me when I am ready.
Stewie Dec 2017
I look at him across the dinner table as he runs his hands through his long hair. ****. I don't think I have witnessed such a beautiful creature such as him before. He pulls his skinny jeans up over his briefs. I melt in pure bliss. He sings to me as he drives us to the beach. I laugh and let the city lights embrace my smile. Is this what happiness feels like? He pushes me up against the railing and kisses me. The air is cold. I wrap my arms around him and bite his ear. He liked when I was nasty. He lights his blunt and inhales deeply. I'm in and out of sleep. He crawls in bed and hands me his shirt to wear. I inhale his pillow and wrap my legs around his blanket. I could stay in this bubble moment forever.


POP.
Stewie Sep 2023
Walking down the street on a rainy night
He grabs my hand and pulls me close
This must be what falling in love feels like
He gently brushes my hair off my face
I smile nervously
One look in his eyes and I fold
Can he read my mind?
How scared I am of kissing him?
I hope I still remember how
Our lips meet and all my fears slip away
I can breathe
He pulls away and smiles at me
My heart is pulsing in my throat
I can smell him on my skin
I don't want this night to end.
First times with someone new
Stewie Jan 2018
I can't keep my eyes off of him.
My eyes say what my mouth cannot.
Please don't turn off the music, for you'll hear my heart beating loudly through my chest.
I am scared to fall
Stewie Dec 2017
Every night, I look up at the moon and the stars and I pray to the universe that you are too. In this moment, while looking at the same night sky, the distance between you and I doesn’t seem too far.












Distance
Stewie Dec 2017
I’m not supposed to live in this city. "But where to?", I ask the moon at night. He laughs and then smiles directly at me. Shining his bright light upon my acne-ridden face." Don’t cry, my child", the moon says..."for the universe has a path of certainty for you and I will light the way."
Stewie Dec 2017
You manipulated everything.
I wasn’t aware until it was all said and done.
Who is the fool now?
Looking back
Stewie Dec 2017
I'm fatigued.
The holidays are draining every ******* ounce of energy that I have left in my depleted body.
It's my first year of going through every thing post-divorce and it's seriously testing my ability to be strong.
Stewie Dec 2017
Today, the sun light rays tickled my face and I felt the warm light illuminate my soul. I closed my eyes and imagined the sun was my mother, wrapping me in her warmth and keeping me safe. It’s tiny moments like this that allow me to appreciate the fragility and beauty that is around me. Even though the sun only showed her face to me for a few brief minutes, it was a sign that happiness was to come. I smiled and waved as she snuck behind the fluffy clouds and in this moment, I felt like I was a child again.
-My mother is always around me
Stewie Dec 2017
The sun reminds me of my mother.:
Warm
Always around
Beautiful

And


F a r    A w a y.
I miss you, mom.
Stewie Jan 2018
After many weeks of holding it together and not thinking of you,
The unimaginable happened.
You crossed my mind and I had a complete breakdown.
I had cleared you from my head, from my phone,
But last night, I listened to your band and I couldn't breathe.
I forced myself to listen even though my hands begged me to hit stop.
I couldn't do it.
Your music was all I listened to for months.
Stewie Dec 2017
Almost a year in this new city and things are still new to me.
I don't like it here.
I think about home quite often; the way the city lights of downtown trickled upon my face as I sped up in my car.
The bass of a song vibrating my body as I swerve under the bridge and onto the interstate.
The smell of the air as the heat rises off the pavement on a hot summer day.
The hug of my mother as the scent of Chanel perfume stains my clothes.
The laugh of my father as he tells a "dad" joke.

I'll be home soon.
You can't really appreciate home, until you leave.
Stewie Aug 2018
A darkness is coming over me
One that I’ve felt before
It wraps me in its warm embrace
To let me know
I’m not alone
Stewie Mar 2018
Watching you between my thighs is a gift straight from the heavens.
A real man appreciates the *****.
Stewie Jun 2018
Tell me are you here to stay?












Say it again so I believe it.
Stewie Dec 2017
I don't see you anymore.
Only through vivid images on Instagram.
I choke when I see your face, your smile.
I quickly close out and try to focus my energy elsewhere.
Never works.

I watch movies, I play video games, I do my makeup, I cook dinner, I clean, I sing to music, I drive to the store, I hang out with friends, I go shopping-I do all of the things the internet suggests to help me move on.
Never works.

I want to crawl in the bed we once were in and feel you on my skin.
I crave you like an addiction.
It's quite pathetic on my end- I am aware.
But someone tell me how to stop thinking about someone who was literally every thing I looked for?

I need an intervention.
On my heart.
On my brain.
Never works.
Stewie Apr 2018
There will be a day, in which you meet a man who makes you whole again.
He will make you believe in magic
He won’t stray to another woman’s thighs
There will be a day, in which this man will cry tears with you
You will begin to wonder why you swore off love before him
He will redefine ‘the one’ all over again
papi
Stewie Dec 2017
I’m paralyzed.
The air is cold and all I can think about is how your lips felt on mine.
Static. Electricity.
You make me feel alive.
Like I’m 16 years old again and I’ve never been burned or jaded before.
You’re the perfect beginning to my new ending.
Stewie Dec 2017
I take hot baths every night. I make the water as hot as it gets and yet, it still isn’t hot enough to singe away the pain from the day. I soak for over an hour in hopes that when I dry off, I’ll be a new woman.
Stewie Jan 2019
I just want to hit something or someone.
I don’t want to stop until my fingers are bleeding.
I want to hurt him like how he hurt me.
I want him to feel the pain he caused.
I want him to suffer.    


I locked myself in the bedroom and he punched a hole in the door. I wanted to *** myself because I was so scared and for what ever reason, I couldnt stop shaking. I stayed in the room until he went downstairs and I ran to my car. He stood behind me and acted as if I wouldn’t hit him. But I wanted to. I knew that if I ran him over, the suffering would be over. The abuse would end-but I didn’t.
Because you can’t make a narcissist feel anything.
Stewie May 2018
Most days I am strong.


Today, I am weak.
Stewie Nov 2017
Waking up used to be so hard
You no longer by my side
The light hurt my eyes
Disappointed in the fact that I didn’t die in my sleep.
Haven’t drank water in days
Hurt to move
Not wanting to go to work
“I’m a ******* mess” I whisper into my pillow
My voice cracked from dehydration
Thinking of what excuse I can use today to call in sick.
Paint on a fake smile and a fake laugh
Eating tears for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Smoking cigarettes to suppress my appetite
“Have you lost weight?” My boss asks, concerned.
“Hard to eat when you’re divorced...” I smile and say in a sarcastic tone.
No one gets my humor here in this new city. It’s hard to be funny.
I remember when you laughed at everything I said.
When you did, I wouldn’t feel so **** useless
But now I laugh alone and then cry at the fact that I don’t have you anymore.
Someone I thought would always be my best friend.
I dont recognize the girl in the mirror.
She looks older, more wrinkles
Pale skin and chapped lips
Grown roots and bones.
I remember when I used to try and care about myself.
I begin to wonder if I’ll ever know what it feels like to be “together” again.
Was I ever?

My best friend told me divorce is like death
You mourn the same, mourn the relationship that has died.
That makes sense, I think.
Because the day you moved out,
You left all of your jackets hanging in the closet
You didn’t care enough to pack them
So, in I walked and hugged them all in a tight embrace
And inhaled the smell you left behind
My tears soaked the dense fabric as I fell to the floor
I cried so hard I think the neighbors below us, I mean me, complained
I tossed all your jackets in the air and let them land on my cold skinny body.

And I wept.
And I wept.
And I wept.
And I slept.



“Ashley, can you send me my jackets?”


I. Threw. Your. *******. Jackets. In. The. Trash.
Divorced.
Stewie Jan 2018
I tend to run away just when things turn good.
Why?
I am not sure.
It could be because I run a risk of heartbreak,
and enduring that pain for so long makes you want to avoid it.
It's like I purposely try to sabotage my own future to protect my heart in a gated vulnerable contraption.
Maybe it's because I am afraid he will get tired of me:

The way I laugh
The way I cry
  The way I sing in the car
   The way I cook
     The way I dance

I am worried that I love too hard; a hopeless romantic so soon to be forgotten. I am worried that I will overwhelm him with my sensibility and carelessness- my desire to run free with no set routine carved in stone. I am worried that I will touch him too much or kiss his lips too often.

I am either too much or too little.
Too close or too distant
Too hot or too cold
Too funny or too aloof
I try so hard to be normal and a lovable creature in this inhabitable world, that maybe I scare people off.
I only know how to be me and maybe it just takes time until the universe allows you to find your own ******.
I can only be me.
Stewie Dec 2017
I am tired all of the time,
My friends say I am depressed.
I agree-which is a lie.
What I want to tell them is that I am heartbroken.


Over you.



-I'll lie forever so I don't have to bring you up
Stewie Apr 2021
My heart is open like a book
Feelings flooding out into my bloodstream
Hurt caught in my throat, makes me choke
Strained eyes to hold back tears
Skin so hot with pins and needles
Will you ever understand?
Why do people encourage you to be vulnerable?
Stewie Apr 2018
I don’t have to question why previous women fell for him
He is kind and gentle, dominant when needed, a head full of knowledge ready to tip at any moment
The words that linger off his tongue infiltrate my mind and carry me away to unknown galaxies filled of wisdom and smoke-filled lungs.
The way he sits between my thighs, glazed-over eyes, watching me melt
I can sense the hurt that he has endured before me and all I want to do is show this beautiful being that I will not do the same to him.
His tongue is magic, in more ways than one
Stewie Dec 2017
They say you never forget your first love.
It was high school.
You looked at me and I was done for.

You drove me to Wal-Mart in your truck.
It was late.
We tried on Halloween masks.
I was 16.
You held my hand on the way home.
We smoked cigarettes.

I thought, "this is what love feels like."

Over ten years later, and I still love you.
Stewie Dec 2017
He walked me to my car in the early morning and hugged me. Still in his arms, I told him that I was going to miss him. Instead of reciprocating that response, he complimented my German bumper stickers. Rejection. After that moment, I never said it again.




learning the games you play
Stewie Aug 2019
You are my mirror image
Which is why you make me so angry sometimes
We push and fight
Yell and scream
I slam the door, you hit the wall
Tension rises in the air like heat off the asphalt.

You spit venom at me
Your words hurt the most
I cry, you walk away
I crumble on the floor while you toss your clothes


Is this what we have become?


I convince you to come to bed
You grab my skin
&we **** the night away


Sleep.
Wake.
   Fight.
     ****.
       Repeat.
I rather fight with you than anyone else.
Stewie Dec 2017
I thought to myself today, that if you called and asked me to be yours right his second, I am not quite sure I could say yes. I miss you, of course; you're on my mind all of the time, but I have a hard time going back to someone that ended things. Maybe, it's because I am finally realizing I deserve someone who wants me the same way I want them.
I guess if I am being honest, I am just mad. I am mad because I wanted to explore this universe with you.  I'm mad because when something great or horrible happens in my life, I reach for my phone to text you and I stop myself because that's not what you want anymore.
I sometimes wonder when I will not feel the urge to have you near me. I am crazy, I think. I started to daydream-I was actually willing to eventually move close to you if things went well because that's how hard you hit me. That is insane. I guess it's because when I fall, I fall hard and it's all or nothing for me.
You ended things the way a perfect gentleman would and I respect you so much for that. I wish you would've been horrible to me or just ghosted me, because then I would have a valid reason to move on. But, in your sweet nature, you let me down easily and I love you even more for it.

How is it possible to fall for someone even more after they have just told you goodbye?

Who knows...
I love the way you said goodbye.
Stewie Nov 2018
He takes me on
New
       Adventures
             Under
The moon.
Stewie Jan 2018
I was born to run free.
I cannot be caged under your gaze or your hands.
I long for the summer breeze to blow through my short hair.
Walking through the woods in my bare feet
I long for a man who can handle my wild nature and spirit.
A man who is not intimidated by a woman with a large heart
A man who does not have the intent of holding me back
I want to find someone I can grow with.
Someone to go on adventures with
Someone who I can fall asleep with
Someone who I can travel the world with
I want a man who doesn't grow green with envy or jealousy.
I want to intertwine with his spirit and grow into the skies as one.
I am a floating spirit, born to fly.
Stewie Nov 2018
And he says...



...you get prettier everyday....
Little
Notions
Stewie Dec 2017
Let go of control.
*******. At this exact moment. I just become utterly scared of starting over with someone new and the fact you won't be near me anymore.
Stewie Dec 2017
I feel like I'm running in circles. I think I need to let this thing fade away slowly. I think I'm grasping at thin straws right now. I hate being the only one who takes the initiative and makes the effort. I understand he wants to go slow but I'd like him to do something. I don't know. I'm trying to follow with my heart and emotion and that is proving to be hard. I just wish I knew where I stood. I am not going to text him first this week and I will see if he makes plans to see me. Just seems like he is too busy and I might be making it too easy for him. I just don't like playing games. If I want to text you, then I'm going to text you. But I guess I have to resort to being a ******* child because of that. Just *****.
Stewie Dec 2017
I remember when seeing your name pop upon my phone made my heart flutter. I couldn’t wait to open your text but delayed the process so the excitement would build. Now I see your name when you view my Snapchat story and all I feel is sadness.
Stewie Dec 2019
Sometimes I think I’ll always be sad
I often wonder how people seem so happy
Sometimes I think I’ll always cry when I’m hurt
I often wonder how people hold back tears
Sometimes I think I’ll always be shy
I often wonder how people start conversations
Sometimes I think I’ll always be sensitive
I often wonder how people don’t get offended
Sometimes I think I’m hard to love
I often wonder how others just go with the flow
Stewie Dec 2017
I need this trip to my parents house. I need to smell the air I grew up in. Feel the arms of the ones who love and know me. Feel the city lights gleam on my face as I look up to the sky for hope, faith, and guidance. I am a vagrant running through these streets asking for a light to show me the right road to take. I cannot care what other people think of my divorce. I can't act like a stigma. I will not cower my head in shame. I am smart. I am beautiful. I am funny. I am kind. I am care free. I am gentle. I am a good listener. I know I will find a strong hearted man who will always make me feel safe. A man who will not take me for granted and a man who will never make me have doubt. It will be tough or maybe it won't. I am just a dandelion leaf trailing on the wind, letting the universe guide me home.
Stewie Mar 2018
The Florida sun burns my skin as I drive with the windows down.
The wind curls and whips around my short hair and tickles the bumps on my arms..
The clouds sway back and forth unaware of the direction.
And then there's me.












A woman who has gained back her confidence.
Stewie Dec 2017
I stare at the moon and he knows me so well.
Upon my balcony, he has seen me cry, laugh, smile, and smoke.
He never judges me. He just patiently watches me every night and hopes that I find my way.
He tries to guide me and I try to listen to his advice.
From where he sits, he can see my future, but from where I sit, I see nothing.
I try to embrace his lunar vibes and soak them into my bright blue veins.
Life is so hard- I sulk and whisper to the moon
I know, he says, but better things are in store for you my sweet girl.
Everything you have gone through was meant to build you stronger. You will attract all of the things you want if you just believe in me and hold my hand.
I’m scared but I know I am not alone when he is in the night sky. He is my best friend. He is my confidant. He is my protector. He knows things about me. I spill my secrets onto the wind, that guide my dark tales to the stars, and it’s the stars that deliver my message amongst the star dust to the moon.

Don’t worry, he says. I will take care of you.
Stewie Jan 2018
Last night, I watched your band's live videos on YouTube.
I cried.
I saw the sadness in your face.
The bags underneath your eyes.
Your grown out beard that I like to think you grew for me because you knew I liked it.
I didn't see you smile.
I saw the pain in your posture.
The hollowness of your soul.
I can't help but wonder if it's because of me.
You tell me that you're doing better-
Getting into a "routine".
Yes, I still listen to your music.
I listen to it when I hate myself and I want to feel you close to me.
I always regret it.
Because I always feel torn apart after I listen to my favorite songs.
I listen and search for you in every song,
In hopes that the music will one day bring us together again,
like it did the night I met you.
Remember how happy we both were?
To find one another.
We both admitted to feeling a happiness we haven't felt in a long time.
I thought I had finally found my "******".
Now, you are an empty memory-
One I constantly search for in the melodies through my phone.
I am glad you're doing well.
Stewie Dec 2017
You made me laugh, the kind of laugh
that makes your insides hurt.
You made me smile, the kind of smile
that makes your cheeks hurt.
You made me feel, like I finally mattered,
that made my heart skip a beat.

There is something about divorce that makes you feel broken.
That makes you feel ugly.
That makes you feel like you will never find love again.
All that changed, when I met you.

In an instant, I felt beautiful, I felt wanted, I felt alive.
But now you're gone, and I am back to square one.
Stewie Dec 2017
We both got each other's initials tattooed on one another.

It was in that moment, I knew no one could love me as much as you did.

Two laser treatments later, and I run my fingers over the lightened puzzle piece.


                      



                I can still remember that day like it was yesterday.


-young love
Stewie Apr 2018
I get tattoos because there is something about the blood that spills from my skin and the immense pain I feel from the needle. The way the tattoo artist uses their hands and whole body to permanently stain my body forever. It's quite neurotic, the sound the tattoo gun makes, that turns me on in a way I can't describe.
Stewie Jun 2018
How do I explain my mind?
It's hard to put into words but the best way to describe my brain is that it is all sorts of ******. It gets intense, I can't focus on one thing too long, I get bored, I get embarrassed, I over-think, I over-analyze. I want to stab my temporal lobe with a fork until I no longer have to open my eyes and function in a world where I am seen as sick or crazy. I want to tell my brain to "shhhhh" while I try to soak up any ounce of sleep like a sponge in a draining sink. I want to tell my mind to shut the **** up so I can be normal, so I don't have to FEEL anymore. I want to scream. I want to cry. I want to slam my head on my desk at work until the pain goes away.

This all happens in a second.

Send help.
Stewie Nov 2018
I love someone way more than him

And

Her. Name. Is. Ashley.
Stewie Apr 2018
i have a dark side to me that runs away when the sun comes out. it's sickening and dense as a foggy night sky. i don't know what people want from me as i'm careless and meticulous in the dangerous sense. it can be hard for people to catch up to me and once they do, they sink into me like quicksand. i laugh as they become covered in the licks i spit, as they cry out for my hand. you asked for this, for i cannot help you, as it gives me great pleasure to watch you squirm. there is something obliterating beautiful watching someone else crumble to pieces around you while you keep sane and they lose their mind. i make their hearts race as they die and i steal their soul. as they gasp for air, last words slip off their lips,


"i guess there is no getting over you."...
i tried to tell you.
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