hard to let go of that stranger…
Regretting the night I saw that guy and refused to make eye contact with him. He was such a handsome fellow, and I was quite shocked that a fellow like him was looking at me. Ten minutes he lingered around me. For ten minutes, I nervously refused to look at him… Such a regretful memory. Trying to convince myself he wasn’t perfect for me. Trying to convince myself that I didn’t let my soulmate pass me by…
music inspired poetry…
a song by Yiruma - River Flows In You
an original poem by me - A Special Kind of Love
Hey you… yeah you in Connecticut. I like your dimples… Can I dream about you tonight?
"Happy Monthiversary, Baby…"
- A: what are you going to do if I came to New York?
L: we’re going to spoon and make out.
A: really? You wanna make out with me?
A: how bad do you want me to be there?
L: so bad. I would love you to be here with me.
A: man, I hate talking to you.
L: I hate talking to you too.
How can you start something and then leave without even a single good bye? Lizard Man, you are a jerkface. I’m so mad at you for making me swoon from 740 miles away. I’m so mad that Carl Jung thought you were my ideal match. I’m so mad that you didn’t feel enough of a connection with me to leave behind something so that I could find you. You make me so mad…
"Do you still love me?"
That is the question, isn’t it?
In the last three weeks, I have become someone’s liar and someone’s cheater. What have I become?
He changed me? HE CHANGED ME?! He and I don’t exist in the real world. He means NOTHING to me. You’ve changed. Thanks for being such a bitch…
I don’t know if my heart is at a good place right now or not. I’m content getting my loneliness comforted by them. One has made me happy by playing along with my games and the other makes me happy in his own way. And then the third half is just a ball of fun that I want to be around more but is out of my reach. The fourth half is intellectually stimulating but he’s just not there sometimes. Why can’t there be just one…