Tumble Bus


I went on a lunch date today. It was nice to get out and meet someone new. My coffee is her tea. I’ve never dated a tea drinker. I’m thinking she’s really into the healthy lifestyle which I strive to be someday. She teaches English and I find myself thinking too much before I speak. I’m fascinated with brilliant minds and I wonder if they are just as brilliant in bed. Today was the first time the thought has actually crossed my mind. I must confess I’m still not over my ex. It’s been nine months and I can’t get her out of my head. I truly believe that we are meant to be together and because of this belief, I humiliate myself consistently. This past Saturday night I was spewing at the mouth how I love her. I don’t remember the exact words but I do remember feeling nauseously ( not a word, I know) vulnerable. I will blame the alcohol.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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