i used to love her.

I loved you once.
For such a long time.
Before I met you I loved you
And then I met you and I loved you more.
You gave off a light brighter then the sun...
Just breathing the air around you made sense.
I felt free with you
Like there was so much I could do
So much I wanted to do.
You were dirty, and you were dangerous
And it only made me love you more.
You were temptation,
the (big) apple I was warned about.

I loved you once.
Before I met you I loved you
And then I met you and I loved you more.
Love doesn't always last though.
You did nothing wrong.
It wasn't you, it was me.
Someone better will come along.
But I'll always remember our love affair.
And maybe one day I'll give it another try,
Cause we sure did have some great times,
New York and I.

it's been a while.

It was out of my hands,
Something I planned against
And yet couldn't plan for.
I knew from the first encounter that I had you-
What I hadn't realized was that you had me.
The feelings were real
Yet so completely surreal,
As if they weren't mine.
The most reckless situation I've allowed myself to be in
And yet, the one I could not bring myself to get out of.
A prisoner to the imprisonment you found yourself in.
A situation neither of us would ever win.
So I lost.
So you lost.
And life went on.

sometimes you gotta slow down

Every now and then on my way to work there's one of a couple different men standing at this light asking for money. People call them bums...I just call them people who have fell on rough times, because any of us could be there, at any given time. Every day that I see them I'm in such a rush to get to work, and I tell myself, next time, next time I'll stop and give them some money. But everyday I say next time, and next time doesn't come. Well today, I decided it was next time. And I stopped, pulled down my window, and gave the man rushing to my car some money. I don't know if he's really in need, I'm sure there are people in the world who just like to get over on people. But I figure, even if he isn't homeless, maybe the fact that he's standing on the side of the road all day tells me that maybe he needs those couple of dollars more then I do. As the man grabbed the money from my hand he looked me in my eyes and said "God bless you", and he had the most piercingly beautiful blue eyes...that for a moment, took my breathe away. It was just a little moment...but it made my heart smile, and I was glad I didn't wait for next time.

its the little things

when a 3 year old calls to sing to you...it's hard not to leave the house smiling.

psh

i'm not a dime, i'm a whole quarter.

::forehead slap::

sometimes we put ourselves in the stupidest situations.

re-doinkulous

karma's a bitch...and i sure hope i'm around when certain people meet her.

i guess...

at least now i know.

though it doesn't make it hurt less...knowing is better than not knowing.
ignorance is not so blissful.

a benefit

one of the benefits of working with all men is that there's often interesting and insightful conversations had.

appreciative

I never looked for you
but we found each other
and I thanked Destiny
for connecting our paths
Til we hit a fork in the road,
You went left and I right-
and again I thanked Destiny,
for giving me a better sense of direction.

to wed or not to wed?

Growing up I always thought I'd one day get married, have kids...that's what your supposed to do right? Now that I'm "grown up" or at least considered an adult by law, I think that whole thought is b.s. I mean, why? Why do we assume we'll get married? Why do we assume kids will come? Why is that what society expects of us?

Who knows, maybe one day I'll get married, maybe one day I'll have kids...but maybe not. I think the whole institution of marriage has been completely ripped to shreds by men and women everywhere. It doesn't mean anything anymore. It's just what you do.

just my thoughts.

funny

the funny thing is you no longer inspire me.
i hope you fall off your high horse.

forgive, forget?

forgetting you would make useless all i've learned forgiving you.
so i remember.

wait..what?

seems like every communication we have has a 'mis' in front of it.

it.

i dont know what 'it' is
but some men just have
It.

i only closed my eyes for a second

but i guess i missed when everyone got so different.

my boyfriend.

oh music,
if you were a man I would marry you.
and we would make love by dancing the night away.

be gentle

I want you to
love me in all the places it hurts.
Work
each finger around my heart
and hold-
gently...
feel the hesitant palpitations of an ice box starting to melt.

get over yourself.

some people are overrated.
others don't rate at all.