I pick all the wrong men Not because I know, no better possibly, because everything that had seemed picture perfect, reminded me that nothing is perfect Too good, to be true is a foreign phrase for those who think they don’t deserve more I know, I deserve more Even after the men have picked and … Continue reading Mind’s Made Up
Tag: poetry
Caring
I am breaking myself inside by sticking around because I am unable to detach myself from loving you. Who knew that caring about someone could become so suicidal. Page 147 Second Chances, J. Saunders Head over to shop page to order your copy today!
Lines
Maybe I don't miss you I'm beginning to think I miss the thought of you The same way You enjoyed the thought of me Infatuation and emotions cross a thin line when attached to someone J. Saunders
You’re Worth
Just like a photo worth a thousand words. You are worth an unlimited amount of, “I love you’s”, by someone who means it. Love Notes, J. Saunders
Miss
Often it's not the person you miss but the memories you made Sometimes it's the person J. Saunders
Empty
I never thought about fucking to fill the void and take the pain away Empty nights of suffering I'd put my lips to the bottle and drink another one away Smoke a little to remove the edge throughout my days As long as you were healing I knew my heart would manage I would crumble … Continue reading Empty
Miss you
I miss you when I am awake When I don't hear from you When I don't see you I miss you when I am asleep Searching for you within my dreams Just a glimpse of your smile would suffice It's unfair to miss you this much J. Saunders
Space
I'll never forget when she leaned in and said, "I don't know how you do it. Being here in the same room with him and now him with her here. You're strong.". That same woman can barely look at me as she stands next to him, in the space we once spoke in. J. Saunders
Dreams
Titles are overrated. You weren’t my fiancé. You were the “love of my life”, and you destroyed everything a woman could dream of. J. Saunders
Aftermath
Pick up the phone and call me or have you lost your voice My house must seem like miles away Instead of a minutes drive You're a coward It's okay So was I When I avoided the truth between everything we weren't J. Saunders