The Truth Is…

I’m the kind of girl who runs from the pain because I can’t stand it. I’m the kind of girl who loves, but with love comes an emotional tornado that throws my whole life off balance. I’m the kind of girl who uses things and people as replacements for the things I once had, but eventually lost. The truth is this time I am… Continue reading The Truth Is…

You Make Me Weak

Reminiscing .. and I imagine: Your hair, at the length that I like. I run my fingertips through the nappy curls and massage your scalp. Your face, you hate it. I kiss the skin that to me is divine. Your eyes, ones that melt my heart. I imagine staring at those eyes everyday for the rest… Continue reading You Make Me Weak