I don’t know why I keep
reading your text messages.
Screen shooting the significant ones,
sweet ones, mean ones.
They only send me into a tailspin.
I smile and blush at some,
frown and cringe at others.
All the while searching for
some sort of validation that
the moments were real,
that the feelings I developed
were warranted and not Continue reading “Texts”
Tag: Poetry
Moonlight Conversations: New layer
There is just something about the moon that just puts me in a trance. Its quite therapeutic. Like tonight, usually I catch the moon when I’m driving home. However, I’m driving west in the opposite direction and it seems as if the moon is directly in front of me. I know in essence it “moves” or rather the earth rotates and all that good stuff but there is something more comforting in believing that the moon simply follows and guides me. Especially in the wee hours of the night.
He’s just a half moon tonight yet still as gorgeous as the fullness I adore. Today has been a very great day full of blessings and new beginnings. I feel very much like the half moon tonight who hasn’t quite reached its full potential but I know that when it does it will shine so bright. I’ve peeled back another layer of myself and I can’t wait to eventually shine as bright as my full Mr. Moon. In the meantime, I’ll continue to admire and appreciate my half moon both literally and figuratively.
Pillow
I can’t wait for the nights we’ll
Finally call the same pillow home.
Until then I’ll keep your side cool
Just how you like it.
Searching
In constant search of the perfect him.
Settling momentarily until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
So you settle temporarily once more.
All the while, basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts is isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
So you move on, to the other side of him
The side of him that exudes the other half of
Your unrealistic depiction of the perfect him.
Once again basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
This image, depiction, dream, ideal…
Blinds you when you find what could be him.
The him that possesses what the past him didn’t
And what the present him does.
But your blinded perception of the perfect him hinders you
Causing you to search once more…
Again, you turn the pages, onto the next chapter.
All the while, basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him, complete you.
If only you knew you are already whole without him.
Presence
That don’t want get off the phone,
Thinking about you 24/7,
Cant wait to see you but when I do
Its just not long enough type of feeling…
I just need to be in his presence right now.
Laugh at his sarcasm, feel butterflies when
He merely smiles in my direction
And get lost in the aroma of his essence.