She demands he doesn’t visit me
She’s laying down the law
She took off her engagement ring
until we’re friends no more.
I’m feeling guilt to be the cause
though no wrong have I done,
she insists he ends all ties with me
but I’m no threat!
She’s his number one.
Long time good friend.
Sexual hints echoing loudly
in awkward silence…
Now isn’t our time.
I still think of you every day though.
Maybe even every hour
But it isn’t our time.
A past love with no full stop in place.
A present love with no desire to lose.
It is impossible to choose
between my memories
and my now.
He said, she said.
They have lots to say
Commentating my life
In a despicable way.
The facts aren’t important
when spreading a tale
The more drama the better
Juicy telling’s never stale.
My life sounds amazing
Wild antics galore
The grapevine will tell you
what I said, did,
I sit back and laugh
when I hear what I do.
I’d rather be living
than sit talking of you.
Where is the effort you promised?
Where is the regret you expressed?
Where is the love you declared?
I see nothing that encourages me.
I hear empty words being spoken.
I feel bitterness growing in my heart.
Is this your idea of togetherness?
Am I supposed to settle for less than to be happy?
Should we not let go of what is already gone?
…And so begins a new day.
A day to hold my head high, and thus rescue my pride.
A day to busy my hands, in the hope that my thoughts will busy themselves too.
A day to surround myself with smoke, a coping mechanism.
- #3 Develop coping mechanisms (lawsoflawschool.wordpress.com)
Fury: A red hot desire to scream your head off while smashing everything that reminds you of the offender into little pieces.
Heartache: Trying so hard not to cry, and being unable to help it.
Denial: Hoping the offender will arrive with a perfectly good explanation that proves their innocence and devotion.
Humiliation: The wish to hide forever, because everybody probably knew all along how gullible you are.
Dignity: Desperately trying to control the above emotions so as not to attract sympathy or I-told-ya-so’s.
Fuck it hurts when suspicions begin proving themselves right.
The best kind of friend
is someone you can sit and swing with
spend hours not speaking a word
and then walk away
feeling as though you just had the best conversation
Events pile up
Angry hearts stack them higher
One word sparks it off…
Emotions on fire
Respect doesn’t interrupt.
Respect doesn’t yell or swear.
Respect doesn’t call names.
Respect doesn’t lash out.
Respect doesn’t sulk.
Respect doesn’t assume.
Respect has eye contact.
Respect has manners and courtesy.
Respect has compassion.
Respect accepts different opinions.
Respect is patient.
- A little more (frugal2free.typepad.com)
Seeing her baby pretty much confirms what I thought all along…
He has a daughter.
I sit on a perch in my gilded cage,
thinking cracked thoughts about us.
I’m halfway there, till the end of the year,
when I’ll arrive unannounced, if I must.
- The Essence of Trust (tonningsen.wordpress.com)
- Work it out! (hannahbrown12.wordpress.com)
Do you like knowing that I’m stuck here?
Do you like it that I miss you?
Do you like to keep me waiting for you?
Do you like my loneliness? Do you even notice it?
Do you think about me after you leave?
Do you miss me?
Do you go out of your way to make time for me?
Do you take me for granted?
- Loneliness & Time (silentoceans.wordpress.com)
- Loneliness… (wordshire.wordpress.com)
Once in a blue moon you surprise me with a text.
A chick I know has just turned up on my doorstep – says she’s “broken up with her boyfriend (she says that weekly) and can she “please Nike a bag to celebrate?”…
I guess now she’ll wish she hadn’t fucked me around those times in the past… Besides, I told her last time, when I finally tracked her down, that it wouldn’t happen again… And I meant it.
C.U.N.T !! Cash up no tick.
What else would you have me do, aside from wait for you.
I blow smoke rings into the air, thinking…
Thinking about what? I wonder.
I knew exactly what was bugging me a few minutes ago,
but right now, I don’t know about anything,
except calm peaceful feelings and smoke rings
And so we sit here together, in uncomfortable silence, again. . .