I've seen you at your worst

You've seen me too

I've seen the look in your eyes

I've seen the pain

When I'm hurting, do you see it too?

Or do you just not care?

Do you think to ask?

Do you think of reasons I'm hurt?

Or is that only me?

When I'm on the cold kitchen floor,

Will you come up to me?

Will you hold me while running your hand through my hair?

Or will you walk to the fridge to grab another...

This is how it ends

How our story concludes

The pages are turning

Faster than I can read

I have so much to say still

So many lines unwritten

The last page of our story is blank

I see now that not all things have conclusions

Not all stories have happy endings

Yet, something inside still yearns for more

One more conversation

One more page

One more thing to keep our story alive

What happens if y...

Dear Lover,

I won’t waste time on formalities. You won’t read this anyway now that you’re gone. But, I hope somewhere, wherever you are, you’ll think of me sometimes. Maybe you’ll be drunk at a bar and through slurred words you’ll mess up a word and it’ll sort of sound like my name. Like the nickname you gave me before you left.

I hope you have a family. I hope you have a good job and a good li...

Adrenaline and Norepinephrine is coursing through my body, forcing out an involuntary "fight-or-flight" response. Fighting seems impossible as not even a ray of sunshine flows through the room. There are no windows. There is a small door with what appears to be a minimum of three locks. My back is flattened against the wall and I can feel my heart pumping in and out of my chest. He's got a gun. I ...