Can’t get enough of you, ever
Reaching for you as often as I can
And never wanting to let you go
Very appreciative of every moment we get to spend together
Everyone needs to find that something special, l have chocolate
Can’t get enough of you, ever
Reaching for you as often as I can
And never wanting to let you go
Very appreciative of every moment we get to spend together
Everyone needs to find that something special, l have chocolate
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Holding onto her with both hands, not wanting to ever let her go
And yet there she was, spinning away from me, somehow slipping from my grasp
Now I tried to catch her, I tried so hard
Didn’t stand a chance, though
Life slowed down as she fell to the pavement and shattered
Ever since then, I put my cellphone in a case with a…
Wanting to feel the heat of her breath
As she whispers in my ear
Raising goosebumps on my arms… You know what?
Maybe I’ll finish this poem later
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
Stories and photos from Scotland
A paper-cut survivor
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