Some Other Time

I tell him I’ve been looking for him for years now. That my search for him has taken me to empty narrow streets, big bright cities, foreign countries, then hell and back.  That ever since he left me, I’ve looked on top of the tallest mountains and dug the depths of my soul searching.

Don’t Leave.

his might be a bad decision, but don’t leave. Sit next to me tonight and allow me to play the song that has our story interwoven in it. Let it play as everything we built self – destruct’s around us. Hold my hand as it crumbles.

How it was sweet

I wake up. It’s a new day, I walk to the kitchen and among all the bustle, make myself coffee. I know when I start living by myself, this won’t be as simple. In an empty apartment, the coffee grinder will become my morning kiss. So I continue pouring as I take in the noise….

Stretchmarks and Headaches

Motherhood is the one job that the better you get at, the less you’re needed. But that’s the poetic way to look at it. I mean, yes, she will watch you grow. But most of the time she will be picking up your clothes from the floor wondering why she ever decided to have you.