She fell in love. Twice. She gave it all. Twice. She loved and lost. Twice. Is the third timethe charm?
We were in love. Not the love they sing or write sonnets about which last for centuries. Not the peaceful, picturesque kind either. We were in love. Practical, logical and totally weird. We were utterly vulnerable yet built these make-believe walls to coddle our egos. We fought, then made up. We prayed. We sinned. We…
They say we accept the love we think we deserve I think we accept the package and hope the love fits
I accepted way too many things in my life for such a long time. I'm now learning how to draw lines and make boundaries. Forgive me, sometimes the process is a bit sloppy. I'm still learning.
Roses are red Violets are blue We all make mistakes I'm glad mine was you
It's been a year and half since I lost my father. Not literally anyway. But people don't need to know that.People ask questions. And sometimes, most times, they are not ready for the answers. Even if they were, I am not. Not yet anyway. They don't need to know that. There were no goodbyes. I…
Roses are red Violets are blue I know we've been over this already but I am truly sorry
Roses are red Violets are blue I'm getting over you So I guess I'm good
You are the very best of me. I always wanted to love out loud. I wanted to kiss and laugh and hold hands I wanted to fight about food and sports and cars I wanted to endure at least one awkward moment, like the walk of shame or being walked in on by a family…
Roses are red Violets are blue It's been a minute How are you?