I’m still healing. Time is the ruler of healing. Sometimes, time goes by slow, do not rush a wounded heart, a damaged soul, into healing. Time is based on no one’s measurement but our own internal understanding and a life we had once lived. You and I are not the same. We will not heal … Continue reading Healing
Tag: Toronto poet
Love Yourself
You were never the problem Society was But then you became the problem For allowing society to come up with a solution to a nonexistent issue 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
Poetry
These days... it feels like I'm begging for you to disappointment me I'm searching for all the clues you've left behind to remind myself, this isn't real With all the reasons to let go, my heart begs for mercy instead Begging for the fleeting moments that'll hurt me, only to turn them into poetry 08.24.18 … Continue reading Poetry
How Could I?
You touched my soul before your hands touched my body How could I just walk away from that? J. Saunders
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
Women
The women who remind you that a man will not make you whole, are the same ones, who felt their entire being shattered because they fell in love and now have nothing to show for it. Second Chances, J. Saunders
Letting Go
I'm having a hard time understanding what we're supposed to be verses what we are. I suppose, I wish we didn't have to let go of the people or things that make us happy. Even if they were here only to teach us a lesson... I am having a hard time understanding, I may have … Continue reading Letting Go
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