They say a picture is worth a thousand words but all our old photos scream nothing but silence. I dust them off and stare at them a while. Last week you called asking for another chance but I can't give you that. Maybe you can find it in some Sunday morning pew, or in the bottom of a bottle or maybe in the bed of someone else because you can't get it from me.
The picture on the nightstand from our honeymoon... we were so happy but I can't look at that before I go to sleep..I lay it down and turn away...

They say a picture is worth a thousand words but ours scream nothing but silence...

Probably shouldn't admit it but no matter what I will always love you.
And I'm writing this because I want to be with the guy that I know.

Things I Hate About You:
1.  You make me laugh and make me cry. I'm not sure which side to buy.
2. You love me but not just me
3. You're addicting
4. You're charming
5. You make me love you

Since I mentioned the 5 things I hate, I should probably include the 5 that I absolutely love about You


Things I love:
1. The way you hold me
2. You make me laugh and cry, I guess I'll have to buy both
3. The way that you speak with a southern accent only because you know I like it
4. The way that no matter how little money you have you're always willing to spoil me
5. You make me love you

I didn't write this for any specific reason other than you needed to hear it... Like I said I will always love you.

You hold me against you as we laugh under the sheets. The radio blares softly through the bedroom spreading the sound of country music. My once shiny, and now dull red hair falls to the right as I climb on to you slowly. Your hair is dark against the white pillows and your eyes glow despite the lack of light. My eyes trace over the somewhat defined lines on your chest then back up and they meet your gaze. You tug lightly on my wrists, which until you moved them, rested on your chest. They now lay on either side of your upper shoulders as you reach up to kiss my lips that once held a bright red pigment but are now a dull shade of pink. During some point of this perfect chaos your hands found their way to my tank top and removed it's straps. You trail your unmatchable hot kisses down my neck and clavicle. You squeeze my hips knowing it'll make me jump and we laugh again after I do.  
In the early morning light the bite marks along my thighs and hips have slowly begun to fade as i turn on the shower. I can hear you cooking in the kitchen and I decide to surprise you, so I walk out in your t-shirt and my lace underwear and I wrap my arms around your waist. You smile, turn and meet my lips once again with your kisses sweeter than honey. I reach behind you and turn off the stove top before looking up at you and guiding you to the bathroom. As we step in under the water spraying from the showerhead, the only thing that I feel is the cold wall against my back, the light kisses of the water and the warm embrace that only you can give. The water accents the muscles on your chest as I trace my fingers down them. The kisses on my neck are soft and loving,  but the touch of your hand on my upper thigh is needy and lustful. I answer these touches with some of my own and I pull you closer and gently bite your neck. Just like a reflex your lips are on mine engaging in a passionate kiss. As your hand travels higher on my thigh I deepen the kiss and bite your lip before sliding my tongue across yours once again. As the water grows cold and we step onto the mat on the floor we exchange loving glances and continue on with our day remembering our night and the games we played

Another precious moment with you but you still leave to be with her for the rest of the night. Ugh why do I keep allowing this... I'm addicted to you and I can't get away.. I Hope and beg and plead for you to stay but it never works. They always say that "Your dreams can always come true," yet mine can't. Wishful thinking is that all it will ever be? We exchange the seemingly mandatory "I love you's" and the occasional kiss and hug, but and this time I feel like we have a chance. The way you held me in, what felt like a million years ago, the most caring and loving way that I have felt from you in forever. I loved it, every minute, every second, and I just keep reliving and re-feeling every touch. Your hand on my thighs and mine in your hair. Your other hand on my lower back pulling me closer and closer till there is nothing but clothes between us.  You trail your fingers along my hip and the waistband of my yoga pants. Our kisses grow hotter and more passionate with each movement of our hands. I bite my lip as your kisses trail along my neck, they eventually find the flower tattoo that lies on my bikini line. I pull you back up and we kiss again and again yet I can't seem to get enough. The moments end too quickly and soon enough we walk away and it's like nothing happened but the glances we exchange as we walk down the hall say otherwise.

The gift you gave me today was absolutely gorgeous and every time I touch it it comforts me...it makes me smile because I now have a piece of you but she still has all of you...does this mean there is a chance for us again or is this false hope..... My momma taught me to watch out for guys like you, was she right? I hope not, I hope that she was wrong, I hope that there still is hope for us....but I doubt * it, and if we get together again she will always be around and you will never be able to belong to *just * me. But whenever I touch the wonderful thing around my neck I feel like you could be the one to *save * me, if only you realized how *fragile I really am.....maybe then, just maybe, we could be happy again....But with her in the picture, I'm sad to say, it can't happen.......... But the gift, I will cherish forever, together or not, it means something and tells the story of us.

Just when I thought it'd be perfect again you go and hurt me again...
That's all I've ever known.... Hurt and Loneliness...
Why? Why me? Why do I have to be the one that always gets hurt? Why is she the one that gets you? Is it because of the one mistake you made or because you truly love her and just love my body?
God I can't take these games...
I put it all out for you yet you can only give me half...
What kind of **** is that?
Yet I can't stop loving you.... You're just a man and yet I keep acting like you're the only one left...
Does it make me stupid, nieve, or just young and too trusting?

I do trust too easily but I only do it with the ones that make me believe they'll stay....If you had come off any other way I would have blocked you out just like every other person I've met.


Sure you're still here but never in the way I need you to be.

It's too hard loving a man you have to share..

As you'd put it, *"I love you but I can't stay..."