Friday, April 02, 2010
Current mood: frustrated
I felt like letting out how I feel, unfortunately, my poetry when I am in a happy relationship is not as fantastical as my poetry when I'm alone or in a bad relationship. I suppose it is because I am really good at being sarcastic and cheeky when it comes to hating a situation or someone but when I am happy, everything seems to turn out okay. If it doesn't, I know it will eventually so I can't be pessimistic really. I obviously wasn't trying to be sarcastic in this one. Just appreciation. The second part of this blog is where I was letting out some of my feelings that seem to omit hatred or dislike in a situation or someone who creates a bad situation. It's just writing. Helps me release.
There were times in my life I felt I wouldn't make it,
And for once I found the strength to say,
You know what, I just can't take it.
We all reach a point where shit just hits the fan,
And I refuse to be miserable,
Due to trying to please any man.
I must say now I see why I went through this,
And surprisingly would do it all again,
If I end up just like this.
Who would have thought this friendship would progress to this,
That anyone could steal my heart now,
With just as much as a touch or kiss.
My heart was broken into so many little shards,
So was his so maybe his pieces and mine,
Could combine into one strong heart.
I feel I've met my match I fit so perfectly with him,
I hope this can last and stay the same,
Cuz I am in this one till the very end.
I lay my head upon his firm chest, He has been working out and the pushups he does every night are working in his favor. Of course, he is just as attractive to me as MY man, with or without the work on his body that he has been doing for his own rise in confidence, health, and yes, even my approval in a way. Maybe those are bad words, but he constantly says he's doin it to impress his hott girlfriend, which raises my confidence as well. Let me sneak in a comment about how much I love this man real quick before I move on. GOD I love this man. He's so good to me. Okay, so as I was saying, I lay my head upon his chest. I hear his heart beating steady as he breaths in and out deeply...I can tell he's sleeping because of that sweet noise he makes as he breaths out. Thoughts are going through my head like previews on a movie flashing just fast enough to get you rialed up about them but not to give away too much of the plot...however, the familiarities of the visions are almost sickening. I know these visions. I know them far too well. My eyes are closed , or so I think, is that my mind creating those visions while I'm spaced out? Wondering how this is happening again...or is it? Am I playing my own enemy? He's not them Kesha, I tell myself over and over as I try not to let my tears roll farther than my cheek. Can't let them fall on his chest, he will feel it, wake up, and want answers as to why it is 3 in the morning and I am still awake torturing myself. Then this will lead to me to stumbling over my words, trying to explain why I am so upset over something as simple as a text...or 4. Was it 5? Does it matter in the end? Why can't I just be happy without the trouble of worrying about this kind of situation? Listen, in my mind, she had her chance and unfortunately she blew it all to Hell. Now it's my turn to be happy with him. It's not as if I stole him from her. They were over. She just changed her mind later. Not my problem or his right? Right. Sorry, I need to reassure myself sometimes. Oh, and I plan to stay happy by the way. I Love him. We work so well together it's scary. I actually have to remind myself that I am not dreaming sometimes...that he really does treat me that well and love me that much too. So this person...let's call her "Obsessa", needs to back up off my candy. Cuz I love this sweet taste in my mouth and I plan to keep it no matter what I gotta do. It's not my fault that the taste in her mouth and the taste she put in his mouth was bitter. I love my life. There is no room for an ex to ruin this now. And so we're clear, he didn't text her back...at all. He feels that would stir things up. He ignored it. I still felt threatened and like my toes had been stepped on in a way. Hello...isn't she married again? There are no excuses to make this sound okay. For the first time in a long time, I feel like someone's about to get smacked in the mouth. And My man...I'm not worried, he's never given me a reason not to trust him and I know he loves me. But she...needs to stop. I got it out. Done for now. Just needed a release. Thank you. More to come later on :)