I miss you every single day. I miss your touch, I miss our connection, I miss your smell. I miss everything. I know that you never meant to hurt me.
I held her closely, just glad she was alive. She cried into my shirt, and I whispered sweet nothings to her until her ride came. Her step mother arrived 10 minutes later, followed by the friends who drove me. It hurt to see her go home, but I was glad she was alive.
If you asked her to tell the story, she would exaggerate it into something silly and less romantic. She would remember things oddly, and wasn’t sentimental. Years later, she and I would break up. She would lie to me, break my trust, betray me, and ultimately cheat on me. In the end, I wasn’t far enough along in my life for her needs.
*Alejandro was the first person I loved, the first person I made love to, and gave everything to. I was stupidly in love. Lost in his eyes, expecting everything from him, except for being left. When he left me I died inside, but had hope to get him back. It didn’t happen. I always think…
We were the best couple on the outside. Whenever we went to parties or clubs, we would have fun, drink, dance and chat with other people. Whenever we went on vacation with other couples, we would be the ones breaking up the couple drama from others. We both had money and would buy each other…
Although depression lurks all around my mind and have been finding it difficult at times to even want to open the blinds and let a new day in, I recently came to realize that a friends pain dwarfs mine in comparison. The pain of a broken heart is the hurt you can’t see past and…
She crashed me into the church
Where I learned to pray
Though I had felt besmirched
She continued her play
She smells this morning
It is of lust, sweat and tears
But I hold her, still