Months

I’ve been pretty busy last month. I wasn’t able to beat the number of posts I had, but I can make up for it. I’ve been doing my homework, and I have been working a lot. It’s fun and I enjoy it, I just don’t do as much as I used to. I still am … More Months

Normal

I thought I was done with the crying.  I was at work, it was all good and happy, then I suddenly felt a little sick, and I started getting emotional. I went to the bathroom, and I started crying… I just wanted to keep crying, but I somehow stopped and finished closing salads. I got invited … More Normal

Love

My darkest days are sharp in my mind. Love in our eyes, now faded in our hearts.   Intimacy strong in our hands, feelings cringing beneath the surface while the wheels of the car  steer far from home.   Dreams of fingers entwined together, lips parted and sighs exasperated. The stars shine and the day … More Love

Forever

I waitFor you.For thosekisses, hugs, laughs, smiles.  I want your armsTo curl around my body.Wrap me up.I want you, I love you, I miss you.  It’s time though,I need to say my farewell.I do not love in that way anymore,No longer together, your leaving, I finally accepted it.  I still love you, forever… Please,Be happy, smile, … More Forever

Embrace It

The cool, crisp air creeps into the open windows and chills my skin. I am brought back to my meeting with him, the night he told me the truth. It brought me back to memories of us in the cold of winter. The deep blue, starry sky led me to memories of his lips pressed … More Embrace It

The Words I Hate Most

“Goodbye” I spoke the shortened version: “bye,” because I hope that one day I will see him again. I don’t know what will happen then, I am scared. I know last night I cried like a baby, because I was thinking about him, and then I wrote that poem, https://writingapaige.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/lie-here-in-my/ ,I cried like a baby when I wrote … More The Words I Hate Most

Whirlwind

Love; a painful, mesmerizing word. Given and or taken, either way it is absurd. Those feelings always fade away. What, who, why do I love? What does it mean? Why must there be push and shove? Love isn’t so keen. For now I am walking through a haze, full of saddened, broken and confused thoughts. … More Whirlwind