I’ve never taken the marital vows seriously until recently. I’m a witness to what “in sickness and health” really means and I no longer question why some relationships end, I’m actually quite thankful when they do. If he/she won’t return your texts in a timely fashion, forgets your birthday or doesn’t give you emotional support, do you REALLY think they’ll remember to give you your meds, wipe your bum because you can’t do it yourself or hold your hand when your body is racked with pain? They won’t. Stop wondering why it didn’t work and forget them. You dodged a bullet.
your mouth, my lips the taste of this magical trip
Your arms, my chest, waves of emotions I can’t suppress
walk on, don’t look back
when we see each other, my pulse reacts
heart thump, I want your soul
two distant oceans, love overflow
squeeze me into the shape you need
I’m flexible baby, your love is all I need
hot chills, small of my back, massage out the kinks of our issues, gotta keep this love intact
harsh words, idle threats, the inflection of your voice has me torn up with regrets
pack up your stuff, take all your stuff, there’s nothing left here just lies and distrust.
The first step on this sometimes grueling process was to ask myself 3 questions:
Why I didn’t think I deserved love?
Why did I run or wiggle away when people offered me love? and
Why did the thought of defining my relationships make me uncomfortable?
I’ll share my answers on a later post but take a few minutes to ask yourself these questions and answer them honestly. To get the full experience of my “Love Warfare” seminar I encourage you to keep a journal and to take 15 minutes of silence a day to center yourself everyday.
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my insides hurt
from miscommunication, filled with your ejaculation, longingly hoping that your words turn from hints into action
everything hurts, right down to my core, your sweet nothings fill my mouth, constant regurgitation of naught, your love bites have turned to lesions and sores. nothing makes sense anymore. i was shiny and new, now l’ve lost my allure.
not sure what the cure for this void is, under someone else perhaps, wanted only you to fill me, unfixable heart prolapse. I sit smoking cigarettes, drawing your face with my eyes, pretending that I’m done when I know the truth deep down inside
Thought we had forever
instant chemistry, never had better
slow dancing in the middle of the night
met your family, everything felt right
bogus accusations, cold feet was your decided affliction
now i’m stuck with memories of what I once knew
can’t even believe that I trusted you
I decided to record a quick podcast featuring some of my reader questions. I’ll be discussing open relationships and a financially illiterate boyfriend! Happy listening, please share and send me your questions and concerns.
I enjoy being single but I’m wondering if I’m lying to myself….