Used To...

We used to play,
and kiss,
and speak,
and touch,
and caress,
and want,
and need,
and want some more.
Until we were drenched in love
and infatuation,
and a mixture of the two.
On a good day when rain made us run
in doors and hide until we were content
with just the two of us
Alone.
And happy.
And now we fight,
and argue,
and hate,
and wish for better days gone by.

xoxo

Love Me Like You Tried Too...

I bit my lip holding in every word I couldn't say, every emotion I buried deep inside, every I love you I wanted to slip off the tips of my lips from mountain tops. I bit my lip hoping that with every word unspoken this fantasy could last forever and a day past the end. That somehow if I kept my eyes closed tight you'd still be holding me in the morning...and it's silly really because I knew it would end when it started. But, I gave my all without hesitation or regret and allowed myself to fall, hard and uncushioned because being with you and bruised was 100 times better than slowly dying without you. And I wonder will anyone ever love me like you tried too?

xoxo

Love Me, Please...

Love me, please
that's all I asked for
unconditionally.
But, you seem to have
let the flaws you see
keep you from that
head first, feet last
falling feeling.
And all along I thought you knew
this was a ride or die
to the end type thing.
Or at least it was for me.
It's silly really,
me thinking we were in this shit together
but I'm Bonnie without my Clyde
and it's cool really
now that I know
that it's ride or die for me.
But I guess, it's better to have loved and lost
then to never have loved at all.
Isn't that how the saying goes?
Humph, loved and lost huh?
Well I'd rather not have loved at all.
Rather not have given into the pressure of over the moon type shit
Cus now I'm only half of my whole self.
So in reality I was better off...
I keep telling myself we were in this together.
But, somehow I find myself rolling solo in this whirlwind of confusion.
And I cant figure out how I got here.
How this is now our reality,
when all along I was boxing my way through thunderstorms...for us.
I was boxing for us, right?
Cus I'm bruised and beaten and torn down
But it was worth stepping into the ring.
Tell me it was worth it.
The pain has to be worth the struggle.
Because why else am I fighting so hard to succeed.
And I'm bleeding,
even though you cant see,
this pain lives deep within
and I'm bleeding.
Crying out for you to heal me
But you cant hear me,
why...why cant you hear me?
I am screaming at the top of my lungs...
love me, please.

xoxo