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....