You left.

You left your change on my couch. You left your smell in my bed--a smell of desperation and addiction, a smell I didn't particularly care for.
You left my bed in the middle of the night. Frankly, I thought you had left altogether, 'cept I caught a glimpse of your cowboy boots in the morning. Too bad you haven't got those cowboy ways or ( Read more... )

It’s always in the distance that you see those lights, those pulsating beams of whatever color someone chooses; someone else that made our decisions for us. They serve as warning, as caveat to whatever moving they come in contact with. These (un)obtrusive towers of solid foundation that give silent warning. Passive potential contact. We heed, if ( Read more... )

I've failed to mention on this medium that I have a monologue.

Yes, a monologue. An important one, at that, too.

It's a VAGINA monologue.
Basically, Vagina Monologue practices, Stitch 'n Bitches, and all of the upcoming/ongoing events have encompassed my life. School is taking a bit of a ride on the backburner, seeing as I don't have all of my ( Read more... )

I've had a rough, tough, and tumbly December ( Read more... )

You do what you've done and at the end of the day, you're left with one person. To deal with. To own up to. To realize that you're all you've got.

But, what you've got is what you gave. What you've given. Of yourself and to others.
And you hope, maybe pray, that at the end of that day, it's all okay. You've done given what you could, with what you ( Read more... )

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Living here, in Denton, is definitely boosting my self-confidence. Like whoa.

Karma police, arrest that man.

They say that love's a thief.
So, take what you want from me and go.
You can't take what you already have, what I already gave. So go.

Truth, in relationships, doesn't make them better - it just makes them possible.

It's coming together or it's coming apart, of which one - I'm unsure.