Move On

You never move on because you want to. You move on because you have to.At first, it’s shitty. Your heart feels like it’s at the bottom of your stomach. You’re nervous and you can’t get them off your mind.Eventually it’ll fade.The gut wrenching feeling will go away.You’ll realize you are safe without them. Although you’ll maybe … Continue reading Move On

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Acceptance

He felt like the one Nothing abnormal or questionable Time passed Laughs fade Distant memory compared to when it felt like yesterday He is not mine and that is not what hurts nor lingers in my mind It is knowing what I felt when I met him, when I was with him and when I … Continue reading Acceptance

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

Day 147 Without You

It's hard, when tomorrow is never promised nor should be taken for granted but I can't help but waste away a day hoping tomorrow never comes, for it's another day without you. And, I know, I deserve more. And, I know... if someone wanted to be with you, they would be. It's never that simple … Continue reading Day 147 Without You

Want and Need

I'm aware I don't need you and that I simply want you, I can survive without you. However... the way I spin out of control; crave and demand, yearn and feel pain, unwavering emotions I cannot contain... tells me, you're more than a want, less than a forever need J. Saunders

Mr. Sun

Mr. Sun, I belong to you but I am in love with the moon. I feel your rays of heat and passion, while complaining I am always tired because I stay up during the midnight hours just to see him. I feel the magic and creative energy, writing better poetry during those hours. He is … Continue reading Mr. Sun

Old Broken Memories

Remember when you ran down the stairs to throw a shoe in the kitchen? Instead of hitting the wall, it hit me straight in the head. You laugh, your sister starred, I dropped down and cried. Memories like this are all that's left. Any of the good one's just feel like a lie. At least … Continue reading Old Broken Memories