Your face to the palm of my hand.
I want you to love me again.
But thinking about it,
I feel like in a way you still do.
If you didn’t care at all, you would have deleted my number when she told you to in the first place.
You wouldn’t have continued to talk to me,
Even though we live across the country from each other.
Even though you kissed me when you were drunk,
The touch of my hand to your face sobered up your heart so quickly.
Mine was about to rip out of my chest cavity and directly into the palm of your rough,
Warm, strong, compassionate hands.
You called me again.
My heart dropped.
I want you to love me again.
I want to love you again.
I still have your sweatshirt, your tshirt.
You still have my letters, my pictures.
We still have our memories, slowly making new ones.
You still make me laugh.
You like that I still listen to your stories.
Your face is a familiar place that I’d like to stay for a while.
I feel comfortable, and normal, when I’m with you.
I want to be with you.
I want you to love me again.
"It really doesn’t matter who I was. It matters who I am now."
Momma’s and Daughters
Damn I love my mom.
We bond so well. I love when my dad goes out of town, and my mom and I just talk and bond. We laugh about everything, and just get a long.
“You see, it’s a very red neck thing…” haha just starting off like that, there’s no end to what my mom and I can talk about. Today she openly let me bitch to her about what she does that bothers me. Like who does that?! I cannot wait till I can go out and drink with my mom. Holy shit that’s going to be so funny. I mean my mom said ‘fuck’ like three times today! haha I am very blessed to have the mother that I do. We fight a lot, but we love each other so much.
guys..my mom said bitch, shit, and fuck today…what is this…I love it hahaha
Momma’s and Daughters <3
Stop it.
Go away.
Don’t come any closer.
I don’t want to hear it.
You’ve ruined my day already, I don’t need anything more.
Am I sorry? Absolutely not.
I did nothing wrong!
You need to come off your high horse,
and see that there is more to life than that.
And there’s more to your life than mine.
Why waist your time on me?
That I don’t think I’ll ever understand.
Don’t even try to play the victim in this situation.
Don’t you dare even try.
This was my choice!
You, yourself said you were done with him.
You, yourself said that you ‘did not have ownership of him.’
So why was so much harm done to poor little you,
Over something that was consensual between me and him?
I wouldn’t call myself your friend,
And I don’t mean that negatively,
Just factually.
So I didn’t do anything to spite you, or anything of the sort.
Of all the people, you should be mad at him.
As I write the final lines
Of my thoughts from today,
I wash my hands of what has become something
That I no longer care about.
I don’t regret what I did,
And you shouldn’t care.
I’m over it.
You should be too.
