Tag Archives: heartbreak

journal fifty-five.

people are not commodities but you seem to think they’re one? calling on me when it’s convenient and a lack of effort when you’re done you see, you can be hurt by ex-lovers but what really takes the tea is when people you’ve held close as friends aren’t the type of friend you thought they’dContinue reading “journal fifty-five.”

journal forty-nine.

So he told you that you were pretty? That, without you, life would be a little shitty? All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow So they cannot blame you that you did not know That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine” In reference toContinue reading “journal forty-nine.”

journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”

journal forty.

maybe there is more of an allure in missing someone than actually having them when I miss you, I can imagine the way you make me feel I can fabricate the rhythm we will have when we next meet again in my mind, we groove and we flow the responses I think you’ll have toContinue reading “journal forty.”

journal thirty.

Everyone I have loved, I’ve loved in years. 2020 was the first. Naive and innocent, it saw the world behind doe-eyes. It was the process of learning to walk but wanting to run while knowing no guidance had been written yet. 2021 was electric. The taste of something new, something different. It was high inContinue reading “journal thirty.”

journal twenty-eight.

You make me feel so special and, sometimes, I don’t know what to do with all that love Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty self confident, but am I deserving of that enough? The more memories I make with you, the more I seem to worry I get caught up in my head, but youContinue reading “journal twenty-eight.”

journal twenty-three.

So there I was, standing at a place where my last memory was of you and me, and I’m sad, but I have no desire for you to truly be sad anymore, and tears are falling from my eyes for what we once had, but I do not want that future with you anymore, andContinue reading “journal twenty-three.”

wash, rinse, repeat.

They say love blinds you, but if you asked me, I’d tell you they all lied. Desire blinds you. Desperation blinds you. Fear blinds you. Love is just what we nickname it. We aren’t made to handle ugly truths. I did everything that they say one does after heartbreak. I cried. I screamed. I cursedContinue reading “wash, rinse, repeat.”