BLU XMAS WO U


There’s never a morning that passes, I don’t wish…. I could wake up to you, tuck my arm around you, bring you breakfast in bed, wake you gently… I miss the life I had for so long. If only time went in reverse. I miss your face… I miss your hugs. If you know now exactly what I ment by the pedestal.. Then why is it you choose to walk away again?!? The day you stop allowing others opinions of me to get to you, and realize they don’t live their lives for you…. That will be a good day! I have this horrible gut feeling everyday…. I know your not happy. Why do you want to continue to feel like that? All hypothetical questions… Because I will never have my answer, and you will never be mine again…. Wish you all the best, an I hope someday you get your head out of the stars. Unfortunately, we both know…. That will never happen. I miss you baby….

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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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