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Jul 2016 · 304
late night thoughts.
Cindy Gaeta Jul 2016
3:20 a.m.

all i'm thinking about is how lucky i am to get to sleep and wake up next to my best friend/soulmate, each and every night.
Cindy Gaeta Apr 2016
the thing i loved about you most, is that you had this power over me that no other man could hold.

you fueled me yet also
had the ability to rip me to shreds
all with one look.
but,
i loved you
in ways
i could never love myself,
and for that reason
i let you destroy me.
because i believed
that the bruises and scars
i wore on my flesh
we're a token of your affection.

but as long as i love you, i am not free.



the thing i hate about you most, is that you have this power over me that no man should ever hold.
Cindy Gaeta Apr 2016
every night,
is so lonely without you here.
i sleep curled up in a ball on one side of the bed, and when i turn in the opposite direction, the coldness of the sheets rubs up against my skin. i turn away immediately,
for in that moment it clicks.
you are no longer mine.
Mar 2016 · 247
Untitled
Cindy Gaeta Mar 2016
in a world filled with so much hatred,
you 

are the prescription of happiness I need

to keep
me
sane.
Mar 2016 · 1.6k
you are my serenity.
Cindy Gaeta Mar 2016
in moments
of utter chaos,
i am calmed
by the remembrance of
your beating heart.
Cindy Gaeta Mar 2016
i'm sure from time to time,
you still think
about the daughter
you left behind.
and you are reminded to
check in.
like,
when the phone bill comes in,
or when you forget the password to the Netflix account; or perhaps,
maybe even in those moments
where the guilt is eating you alive,
and you have no other choice but to call and ask how i'm doing.
you only do that,
to make yourself feel okay
about the decisions you've made.
so tell me,
what am i supposed to do to make myself feel okay?
because your lack of care and communication surely isn't doing the trick.
after all this time,
i'm still stuck
in a whirlwind of emotions.
trying to piece back together the family you tore apart.
trying to piece back together the daughter you tore apart.

you know,
i used to think i needed you
in these times of uncertainty.
i, about to embark on a journey
of motherhood,
without
my own mother
by my side.
but why would i,
ever want or need
the guidance
of someone
who abandoned their child.

you are no role model.

— The End —