It’s been a year since I’ve asked myself, what do I want? I’ve been consumed with making a toxic relationship healthy, Consumed with making everyone happy and sometimes forgetting myself… I was content giving a man my all, loving him with my whole heart, Giving and giving and giving till there was nothing left to give… And he never gave back. I was happy because … Continue reading What Do I Want?
It feels like years since I last saw you, since I last held you… When I try to think about life without you, my heart can’t handle it. I collapse from the brokenness, the shards stabbing my weak heart. I try to give it back to you, begging you to take my heart back. Please take my weak heart, tie it to yours, so it … Continue reading Weak Heart
Her spirit knows there is something wrong before it is physically manifested. She has anxious, looming thoughts and feelings about the future. At night, her body curls up as she dreams of the depressing inevitable. She awakes, shaking, feeling a tear slide down her cheek. “No”, she begs. “Please no…” The days continue on, the same foreboding ache in her heart. She tries to ignore … Continue reading Her Spirit
The breeze from the open car window grazed my face, blew my long hair back and seemed to clear my mind with its purity. I closed my eyes, enjoying the softness of the air that brought freedom to my spirit. The sun kissed my face, warming my skin and undoubtedly forcing my freckles to become darker. And yet, my heart still ached. Peace lasted but … Continue reading Maybe I am Worthy of Love
Reality sucks, I hate it… But I know it is coming for me. I am perfectly comfortable Living in the romanticism in my mind, The dreams of my heart And hopes for the future. But now, Everything feels like it’s crumbling – Down, down, down… Into the depths of despair. I am scared. I am scared of the realities of heartache. I am scared … Continue reading Reality
The beautiful gift and curse of being human, to give and to take away. It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply. And too much of anything will always be too much for you to bear. Always. And all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter. And too often do we, as people, only appreciate someone once … Continue reading “Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake