Can we lay together? 

On our backs

Staring at eachother

Or at the stars. 

Can it be in silence? 

That way I can absorb your inspiration 

And inhale your expirations…..

Can we pretend everything is okay

Until every little thing is? 

What you say falls on deaf ears. But you should preach truth anyway.

and every time that i think i’m free of you, 

you pull me back in like a tidal wave, washing over me, 

first, violently, taking me by surprise, then later, softly, 

you rock me to sleep. 

a slumber that welcomes dreams of you. 

dreams i find myself never wanting to wake up from, 

never to escape from like i thought i once wanted. 

It’s alright. It doesn’t matter what anyone else has to say, honestly. It’s about what you think of yourself. 

I could really use an orgasm right now. 

I think for the first time, I’m alright being alone. It took a while, and for a very long time, I was concerned with the emptiness that took over. I’ve just learned to embrace it. If it’s meant to happen, it will. If not, there are plenty of other things I have on my plate right now to worry about. 

I need to stop letting my heart override everything, I need to give my brain a chance too. 

And if you find yourself getting too anxious, for you to get far too overwhelmed, try writing everything out. 

Prioritize, and make a to do list. A lot of the time, we’ll stress over the untamed thoughts that swarm our heads like bees to a honeyhive. Write it out, make a list, and once things get finished, cross them off one by one. 

You can do this. 

We can do this. 

Stay positive. 

i’m pretty fucking jealous of people who are with the person they’re inlove with right now…

and even more of people who are fucking right now. 

Hi, 

I know I haven’t talked to you in a long time, but I really hope you’ve been alright. In the time apart, please do not doubt the fact that you’ve crossed my mind dozens of times, sometimes when I crossed something that reminded me of you, at other times when I missed your essence. Please do not think that you have vanished from my sight, that you’ve left my heart as well. I can assure you that this is not the case. I miss you with every fiber of my being, and I miss your words, the ones that tickle my mind and open a world of little to no effort in amazing conversation. 

I miss you, I do. 

I’ve just been taking care of myself. When I’m all better, I’ll come back for you. Please don’t hate me or resent me for my decisions or actions. I just hope you know that you’ve still remained the sole resident of my cardiac’s entity. 

I love you. I swear I do. 

Love,

Monique

I love him so fucking much, it’s undeniable. 

How bittersweet it was to hear ‘forever’ uttered from your supple lips, knowing what everyone knows: that ‘forever’ doesn’t last.

If someone isn’t willing to stand up for you, they’re not worthy to stand beside you. 

Most of the time I feel people ask how you’re doing for the courtesy of it, without any true interest in what it is that leaves your lips. Not enough people listen anymore, everything is so hastened and incompetent. Everything is for its movement, and less focused on its meaning.
I strive to live and love differently.

Easily could have happened. Our house was filled with gas. The burner wasn’t lit, but was turned half-way on the entire night. 

I woke up to a house full of gas. 

everything relates right back to you? 

I guess it’s true what they say: 

You’ll find what you’re looking for. 

If you’re all that’s on my mind, 

You’re all I’ll ever receive or get 

even in dealings with the devil

and other thoughts.