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Caits Jan 5
I swear the whiskey tastes better
between little tears
the strum of a acoustic guitar
and those little ‘what happened’ moments
Caits Jan 2
wished we talked more about wanting to be kissed

And how it is so very different when comparing to  wanting someone to kiss you.
what happened to people enjoying a couple soft kisses!?
Caits Jan 2
“sorry hockey is life”

and i laughed, letting the dots display themselves like I hadn’t already made up my mind now. “Gotta do what you gotta do” I said.

Staring up into the final swipes of mascara. Wondering who would it benefit if I just took it off and put on the hoodie instead now? but I gotta do, what I gotta do. Just like him, apparently.

And I bought the beer. Mostly cause I pinky promised, remind me never to do that again.

And I sat there playing crib, enjoying the conversation, more the beer than anything. Laughing to myself as I caught the flicks from eyes to screen to Phillies to screen.

cause, you know…

“Hockey is life”.

so I sat pretty, sipping my beer. Thinking about all the amazing things life has to offer. Other than hockey.
trust me I like hockey, picking a first date to be half checking your screen pitched up? Less so lol
Caits Jan 2
it’s funny how some of the most cathartic moments can be the most mundane.

like hungover snuggles with the dog

Panicking about what this year will look like, did I even like as he laughed into my neck

and she just cuddled in closer
spreading kisses where she could reach, and reminders to breath a little slower

until I felt a little softer.

and realized it’s now a new year, with new mistakes, new memories, and new feelings

but the same little best friend, willing to snore tucked up beside me

so I’m never quite alone
Caits Dec 2024
I guess

I’ve made myself into the woman
I thought I would never have to be
Caits Dec 2024
maybe I’m a hypocrite
and that’s something I’ll have to work on.

but why in the hell did you hear me say ‘this is my favourite thing’

and you preceded to give me an itemized list of the reasons you didn’t think it was good enough

and couldn’t tell you were breaking pieces of me, as you continued on through the pages and pages

I wanted to show you a piece of me

it wasn’t for you to judge and find wanting.

but that review wasn’t really for me anyways
i couldn’t tell my friends it was cute you read my favourite book series, because you spent 1 hour and 48 minutes lecturing me on all the ways it was awful.
meanwhile your sad I don’t tell you about the things I love.
Caits Dec 2024
I might still love you
maybe the thought of me
and you

and the good moments

maybe that’s why it’s so hard

because I haven’t stopped loving all the little moments or the smell of you

i might still love you

cause nothing tastes like that first kiss
and the longer one after that

the trail of clothes, or hat tipped back

maybe, maybe i still do,

but i can’t.
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