Monday, November 28, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
On a happier note...
I know my last post was full of sad words and I'm sorry.
The movers come in the morning.
Wish me luck.
The movers come in the morning.
Wish me luck.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The sharp kife of a short life
The words I want to type are sad.
They are lonely.
They are hard to express.
Have you ever lost someone so close to you that you can't find any clarity without them?
I tell you, a girl could get lost tonight...
There is an emptiness inside me that is consuming me.
I will one day be able to look back on this and smile and sigh and remember the good times.
But the sting I feel now is reducing me to tears.
My someone taught me to love.
Showed me how bright the world can be.
My someone gave me hope,
taught me how to trust myself.
My someone was so lovely.
We shared secrets.
We shared beautiful memories.
My someone never hid from the light.
I know I could have been there more.
Trusted more.
Called more.
In the final moments I wonder what my someone was thinking of.
I pray it wasn't fear.
I hope it wasn't regret.
I wonder if I had crossed their mind.
Would my someone miss me the way I miss them.
So here I am. Feeling foolish of my harsh words.
I miss you more than you will ever know.
I love you.
They are lonely.
They are hard to express.
Have you ever lost someone so close to you that you can't find any clarity without them?
I tell you, a girl could get lost tonight...
There is an emptiness inside me that is consuming me.
I will one day be able to look back on this and smile and sigh and remember the good times.
But the sting I feel now is reducing me to tears.
My someone taught me to love.
Showed me how bright the world can be.
My someone gave me hope,
taught me how to trust myself.
My someone was so lovely.
We shared secrets.
We shared beautiful memories.
My someone never hid from the light.
I know I could have been there more.
Trusted more.
Called more.
In the final moments I wonder what my someone was thinking of.
I pray it wasn't fear.
I hope it wasn't regret.
I wonder if I had crossed their mind.
Would my someone miss me the way I miss them.
So here I am. Feeling foolish of my harsh words.
I miss you more than you will ever know.
I love you.
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