I’m an over thinker, hard reflector. 2018 isn’t done yet so I’m nearly fearful to write a reflection so soon, however, I feel my lessons have become accountable and I can close 2018 knowing my heart has had good intentions. This year, feels like the year of the people. A clear view of the type … Continue reading Reflection
Category: Vicious Words
Again
You did it again. You did what you wanted. Silence isn't the answer, however, the message. You did it again. You thought about yourself, before thinking of me. J. Saunders
Motive
I will not break bread with those who have my back as their target J. Saunders
Apples
You should be just as picky with your life decisions; goals and dreams, friendships and relationships, as you are with picking your apples. J. Saunders
Internally
I'm not perfect I make mistakes Sometimes I trip and fall I often say things I shouldn't When you believe to love without question and be honest without judgement I find the most common person will never take the time to understand... me Jessica Saunders
An Old Lover
I remember him... Not by his touch or scent just a memory or two that resurfaces now and again He was a lover and a terrible friend However, would hold me when the days seemed long Would rewatch my favourite TV shows Spend the night playing with my hair or play a sound to help … Continue reading An Old Lover
Waiting
I'll wait for the man who loves me for my intelligence For the one who doesn't just accept me for my appeal For the one who doesn't leave me for the words I write J. Saunders
Here Or Gone
If I told you I was leaving tomorrow would knowing make the difference and change our situation, making our last night better than the others? Imagine I left you on the tip of your toes standing on suspense, not knowing if we have hours or minutes Any second could be our last I'd give you … Continue reading Here Or Gone
Loves dessert
He wants his cake and eat it too Doesn't want me to love him Says, his past haunts his present Non-committal, however unwilling to share I've fallen through the cracks of my own defense I hand over the cutlery and allow him to devour J. Saunders
Whiskey Nights
It costs me more to be sober these days. My heart aches. My sanity breaks. Being drunk pretending to have moved on from you, saves me everything. J. Saunders