You let me go

So let me go


2:29 a.m.

Realizing when you asked for your key back

You subconsciously gave yourself away all along:

“What if I want to have a girl spend the night,” you reasoned

…before assuring, “Of course I’m not doing that this soon….”

Sorry for being raised by the same family as you

Grew up and tried to mend my inherited wounds

But you couldn’t love me through

Not like I did you…


There are some things that can’t be mended

Not even if you’re a vet

A pain

All of these posts

They sting

But they are the undercurrent of a pained love

The sweetness, yet harshness of honeybees

Ignored hand-me-downs

So funny, about 10 years ago today I was the other woman, and not on purpose. I was young, barely 21 hanging out with someone who claimed they only wanted to be a friend, they acted like they cared as they lured me in…to their home saying I shouldn’t drink and drive… home only to try to get in. Woke up with someone 31 standing over me then, she pulled off her hoops as her friend said don’t stoop and the woman looked at me and asked my age, said their partner-turned-ex was such a mess to let it go down this way. Now I’m nearly 31 looking down at someone when my fiancee-turned-ex who must have been having sex was unexpectedly found out. Funny how time, love leaving me blind, allowed to be within and without

My hobby

I find solace in broken things

I can’t fix you