Wolves (Act 1 and 2)

This is to anyone who's seen me lose it. To anyone I've ingored when they tell me to "calm down" and "take deep breaths". To everyone who says "it's gonna be over soon". This is to you.

I'm sorry I've acted so stressed out and frazzled. I feel terrible about it, I really do. Life right now makes my back hurt and my face break out (gross).

I promise, you'll only have to endure it for one more week. Just give me one more week and I'll go back to being carefree and happy.

<3

Whistle Attempt

I can't whistle....In case anyone was wondering...

Midnight Rain

Smoke curled around her lips while she exhaled into the dark night. Bringing the cigarette to her dry lips, she breathed in the sweet smoke letting it fill her lungs and watched as it left her body once again. Heaving a sigh, she set the smoldering stick on the tray and leaned against the brick wall behind her. She let the soft rain kiss her face oh so tenderly like her mother used to before drifting off to sleep as a child. Closing her eyes, she imagined she was back there, listening to the rain hit the window while her mother read her a story. A simpler time.

She picked up the cigarette again, taking a deeper breath than normal, as if to make that simple time come back. Breath after breath after breath she tried. But to no avail. Frustrated, she plunged the dead butt into the tray and pulled out another cigarette; cupping her hand over the end and lighting it. Maybe this one would have the answer, she thought. Gazing at the shattered glass that glittered the ground around her, she wondered how her life ended up like this. How she left her home that always smelled like apple pie.

She pulled out another cigarette and hoped this one would have the answer.

You Must’ve Fallen From The Sky

I miss the feeling of his hand in mine. Our fingers intertwined in this mess of flesh as we sit side by side in my car. It lets me know that he’s there with me for that

                       brief

                                   moment

                                                       in time.

The heat radiating off of them is comforting and when I take my hand back to turn the wheel, it immediately longs to be held again. But not by just anyone, but

                                  by

                                          him.

He would call my nasty, calloused, Starbucks hands soft and inviting and I would think he was absolutely crazy but would blush and smile all the same. I still do it. The blushing, I mean. Any little phrase will set me off and cause my entire face to turn the color of a ripen red pepper. I’d never tell him this, but I love

                                        when

                                                    he

                                                            makes

                                                                           me

                                                                                    blush.

                                                                                              

My hand is still waiting for him to come back, so it can be held again. Nothing will suffice. Not the cell phone I tend to lose. Not the pen I will make my money off of. Not even the coffee cup that never seems to want to let go. Nothing

                                                                   compares to

                                                                                             his touch.

                     Nothing.

 

When he comes home, I’ll be waiting. And I’ll finally be able to stop and take a breath and relax and let his touch

                                  linger

                                               on my

                                                             skin.

i'll put this night to tune and move it to you

he knows me so well it's scary.


he makes me calm for and reminds me to stop.
and.
breathe.

he is kind.

he knows how to make me smile when i'm sad.



he has
the best
laugh.
ever.

he listens to everything.
even country.


He.
Is.
Worth.
The.
Wait.

you had me @ ‘hello’

would it be ok, would it be ok

if I took

                 your breath

                                          away?

Word Warrior

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