I crave you. I crave everything about you and everything you represent to me. I crave all those parts of you that no one sees because you only reveal yourself to me. I crave your imperfections, your flaws and your vulnerability, your sweet vulnerability. I crave all those things about you that others threw away, … Continue reading I Crave You… →

The anticipation of things started to grow in her mind the moment they clicked. Their banter turned to messages, the messages turned into texts, the texts turned into calls that lasted for hours on end. All those long talks over the phone about their lives, about nothing in particular and about everything imaginable. The anticipation … Continue reading The Anticipation Of Things… →

You’re not perfect. You don’t look like those girls in those magazines. You’ve got scars and blemishes. You’ve got dimples on the wrong set of cheeks. You got stretch marks for days. And you stand their wondering what anyone could see in you because all you see is a hot mess. You’re not perfect. You … Continue reading You’re Not Perfect… →

He was a nightmare that started out as a dream. He was a good man that everyone vouched for. He was the type of guy that you wanted to please because he seemed to deserve it. He was everything she needed at that moment in time. He was a nightmare that slowly started to unfold. … Continue reading He Was A Nightmare… →

I will keep standing. I am determined not to stay down. Life has knocked me down, on countless numbers of times. That now I see its punches as weak because I refuse to stay on the ground, because I refuse to be knocked out. And you know what? I have what it takes to clinch … Continue reading I Will Keep Standing… →

I just can’t wait until the sun sets and the moon comes out. I think of the way it lit up your face as you gazed up at it. Your face filled with a childlike wonder and innocence. I basked in that innocence and savored it like a fine wine Every night I look up … Continue reading Meet Me At The Moon →

She’s many things. She’s a candle in the wind with a strong wick and a determined flame. She’s a well weathered stone with smooth edge and hard to crack open. She’s a mama bear that protects her heart and soul as if they were her cubs. She’s many things. She’s the gentle breeze whose voice … Continue reading She’s Many Things… →