“Don’t forget your worth,” she said.

But, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.



Part 2

When you meet someone, you see skin, beautiful eyes, breathtaking smile, brightly colored personality; and you feel warm and fluttery.

But when you meet someone, you don’t know what keeps them up at night, or if they’ve had pain. So much pain it changed them, altered their whole body from skull to toe, sympathetic to nervous system.

You can’t tell that they have days they can’t handle the world. You don’t ask how far the ripples of their anxiety go. How could one tell the trials and tribulations in that first encounter; the one that changed everything.

Soon, you get to know. You see things you didn’t think you would, feel things that were new, deal with pieces of life that are reserved for the very strong and otherworldly, few.

You may think, “I never asked of this.” You may wonder, “If it feels right, does it make it right?” You may turn right around and change your whole mind. Realize that those pieces of life do not belong to you. You are not the chosen one. You didn’t ask for this. This was never in your plan.

Hey, I get it.

Yet, here you are waking up at 4:00am because she can’t sleep. She can’t sleep because without being sedated, heavily heavily sedated she doesn’t sleep. She thinks about nothing and everything–but really, it’s all the same. She’s an insomniac. She has the dark & twisties. She’s straight from Girl, Interrupted…

Yet, here she is apologizing for the fact she can’t sleep. Not wanting to disturb you. Trying to close her eyes until the sun wakes you both up.

And you, awake. Wanting to kiss her mouth with morning breath. Not at all triggered by her side effects and symptoms.

And she, wondering–knowing, that you never asked for this. This was never in your plan but you’re here, loving her for it anyway.

So we wake up to make pho as the moon is still high. I sit on the couch, writing. You’re making pho, the only way I like it. We whisper about nothing but mostly take the time to be near, no distractions–half our world is still sleeping.

Three hours go by, the sun is up. Sleep trial no. 2 is in our cards. And as you lay on my chest to sleep, your breath slowing, calming, I too breathe slower and calmer. I thank you silently to myself because the day we met, this was never what you saw.

But someone and something new. Because although this was not planned, it sure did turn into the best thing we never knew we were missing.



How do I stay knowing you don’t love me the way I love you.

How do I stay after all the hurtful things you did and said.

How can I stay when we are perfect and everything is fine, we are learning and growing. And the, just.like.that. The first moment of imperfection, the first glimpse of effort being had… you find every excuse to not be here.

You tell me we’re breaking up.


You tell me I deserve better.


You say you’re tired of hurting me.

I get it.

But 20 hours ago you’re apologizing. Telling me we’re going to be okay.

Being the support system I need.

Me, always having your back.

You, picking out a house for us to move into.

20 hours ago, things aren’t great but you’re trying to make it better.

Present time, it would take “too much” effort for what I’m asking for, which, let’s be honest, isn’t a lot.

So are you lazy? Do you not care? Am I worth it? Do you not get it? Meaning, everything. Do you love me but just not enough to let go of your selfish and prideful ways? You’re inconsistent and I don’t know why, after destroying me, you decide to say. So. Which is it. What are you. Who are you.

And what the fuck am I doing here.



Seeing Double

My true Gemini.

Two people in one.

One moment, you.

The next, a different you.

I love them both. They’re both mine. I accept both. I treasure both. I find happiness in both. I choose them both.

But, one, I’m not sure which… but one of those you’s, doesn’t love me back.

I’ve known it. And I’ve picked you both every day, anyway.



Part 1

I don’t write happy things. I don’t write positive things. I can’t formulate a sentence in my head that comes off as sugary-sweet and not bitter-sweet. I don’t, I can’t. So then as the universe likes to do, you came into my life. But, you didn’t walk in, knocking then waiting for permission to come in. No, you fell smack down on my feet like the universe was worried if you arrived any other way I never would’ve seen you; never would’ve known you were meant for me. Thanks, Universe.

to be continued


Cotton Candy

My words will easily cut you like a knife in your heart. 

Taste as sweet as cotton candy but if only for a moment. 

This I know. 

And I know my shortcomings of being too harsh, too cold, not enough chances. But, I make up for it ten fold, every time. 

Yet, some just don't like cotton candy; your type of sweet. 

Some see shortcomings as flaws, but I've never been one to mask those. 

I suppose my biggest downfall is not my accidentally selfless, involuntary act of forgiving and caring from every inch of my tar black heart. No, not that. 

It's not how, I unknowingly wrap you around my finger and as soon as someone crosses the faint line, we fall out of each other. 

Not even that is as big of the downfall

The biggest of all time

The most laughable cosmic joke

And every single planetary God 

Looking down on me as if I should've 

Predicted this from


Bedside Astrolger.

Yes, unfortunately. Every trait you so desperately needed to point out. Every idiosyncrasy that was never good enough for you, even those could never be my downfall because the biggest downfall that ever took over me like the most profoundly loud ingredient of everything that kept me up all night, that biggest downfall had absolutely nothing to do with my properties but everything to do with 


I'm sorry that you needed forgiveness from me when I was drowning in my own darkness.
I'm sorry you left because my darkness was inferior to your importance.


You're not ready for me. I see that now. I'm not the one, though for a moment you believed that to be true. And, I hopelessly and lovingly believed you, too. But, I'm not you're one. And you're not ready for me. My one mistake was one too many.

But you… you, I was ready for. You, I spent nights dreaming of you. Then I found you. I found you for a reason. A lesson. But I found you, and I will keep finding you everywhere I look. I'll hopelessly and lovingly wait for you to realize what you had, what we are, what we've done. You, I will wait for you. I dreamt of you. And I will never stop dreaming.


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