“She has a high-paying job and she works out five times a week
she doesnt want a house in the mountains but instead on a beach
and when she knows im stressed she gives me what she feels I need
when I get home from my job the house is always clean
I can’t pretend what we have is working for you and me”
are words your husband should never say…
…. and yet here they are being sent my way....
I pick at my cuticles until the perimeter is completely raw and then when the pain no longer distracts me from the nervousness, I pull at the ends of my hair until the brown, curly strands decorate my fingers like ornaments on a christmas tree.
“Geneva Iris!”
The dean calls my name and my head is a swivel as I pause and look at all of the thousands of people in my graduating class. Then I look...
“Don’t walk out on me”
Tears fall from my eyes, making a slow and tortorous path down my cheeks. I stare at the love of my life putting his shoes on, his belongings packed into one weekender bag now slung over his shoulder.
“Cass, we aren’t good for each other” his words claw at my heart and my vision grows blurrier. I want to step towards him and force him to stay, that maybe if he spends one...
It was just me and her again, here on this bed. I felt bad that I was always taking her here, she deserved to go somewhere better, like a coffeeshop for instance. Take her on a plane and go somewhere away from this place. Perhaps, I should take her to the beach. The only thing I could say with certainty that I do give her though is a lot of love. She could never say I don’t love her because I do. ...
Take my hand and we will wander through the long grass.
Cotton candy skies, and water that looks like glass.
For there is peace where the horizon meets the peak.
Views so captivating, nothing comes when you try to speak.
Take my hand and we will wander up the base
of mountains so high that we take it at a slow pace.
For there is peace where stillness invades.
out here is where responsibili...
“I just don’t see you and me working, B. I love her.” His eyes that were once soft like a cozy blanket now held the roughness of jagged rocks. The same lips that I used to kiss senselessly were now the same ones being used to spit out words that gripped my heart like a vice and squeezed until the red turned blue.
Damn him for doing this in a brightly lit eclectic cafe. The colorful polka dotted ...
My paint brush slides against the white canvas like butter; smooth and swiftfully. Strokes of beige mixed with orange decorate the blank space in front of me to match his perfectly tan skin.
I glance up to gauge the color of his eyes, but when I do I freeze. My paint brush has lost its function, and the canvas in front of me has seemed to lose its importance as my eyes lock with his baby blues. ...
The gala was anything but my cup of tea. Rich and phony woman pretending like they are here to donate to charity when all they’re doing is scoping out their next rich hot shot to take back to their penthouse. I rest my elbows on the table behind me and take a deep sigh to let everyone around me know that I wasn’t in the mood for mingling around. My appearance was slightly disheveled; my black silk...
He could never love me the way I needed
As I give him the coldest of shoulders on the warmest of nights
I struggle to make up my mind
If I leave do I lose my person or do I find myself?
He kisses my lips
And I pull away
He’s unaware of my thoughts
But so aware of my distance
I don’t have a fear of rejection
I only fear how it feels when i’m the one to dish it out.
I fear guilt....
