When I used to love him.....
Started so innocent
With simple conversations
Whispered into ear lobes
Sending toes to curl under blankets
As bodies tingle with emotions
T(sex)t messages sent over phones
Showing glimpses of supple lips
Eager to kiss places blessed by God
More than a fling
Like barbed wire
Pulling at feelings
We try to suppress yet they
Slip from lips as fingertips
Caress pillows where you should be
Babies learning how to walk
Into the groove
Of each other
Following paces slowly
As to not skip a beat
We hesitate conversations
As breathes collapse
And eyelids close
Drawing visions behind them
Of me and you
Of you and me
This feeling… it be like… the beginning of LOVE!!!
I don’t forgive him. Not yet.
Bodies moving in sync
You can't come in here...
There was no glory in side-chicking or deception, only pain and illusion.
I love him for making me feel loved.
6 years, 2 kids, countless jail/prison stays, and the abuse...
In the loneliest hour my thoughts seem to always go back to you.
It's time for "the talk."
The fixer of the broken man is rarely the benefactor.
It was two years ago...
I stared at the clock on my computer as it slowly creaked towards 12:00 pm...
As I stood in the mirror, checking my normally unruly edges one more time, I decided that today is the day...