Your body silently lays right besides mine... Creating a warmth I cannot define. My sweat begins to bead and my heart starts to pound... As I realize what I once lost has finally been found.
Like a cookie cutter I will outline your hands... Delicately tracing you with my fingers.
Why do I leave the shower looking so puffy and red? It's because all I did was just stand there... Replaying all the things I wish I had said.
20lbs of endless love❤️
All those little things you left behind... Are now my trinkets. Lonely artifacts of us... now only meaningful to me.
It's funny to me how quickly I became so appealing to you... And then just as fast... I became as unsatisfying as the lonely soggy cheerio in your bowl of old spoiled milk.
Sometimes I feel like I am as insignificant to you as a dust particle floating through the air. Then for a brief second I glimmer from the sun... And you notice me as abruptly as I am forgotten.
When the storm closes in and the lightning finally strikes... Will you hold me a bit closer or reach for the knife? Just know I'll understand if you do decide to smite... Because I was the thunder that led to this night.
Sweet little yellow buttercup 💛
Last night my patient was told she had two months to live. Maybe more, maybe less... She sat there listening to what the doctor had to say about her poor prognosis, tears building behind her eyes. He tenderly answered her questions, leaving her no more further scenarios to ponder within her bald head. He left. … Continue reading Two Months