Barefoot

I love cooking from scratch, kids, fresh baked cookies, getting things done, candles, cleaning until it shines, decorations, classic novels, senior citizens, going barefoot, trucks and (most of all) Chucky Libby. <3

Dec 9

Hopelessly Divided

(Written in October 2009)

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I loved you way to much,

from the very start,

I trusted your protection,

I basked in your arms.

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But when you left you killed me,

and another took your place,

he’s nice, and fair, and perfect,

but somehow all I see is your face.

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Our conversations never end,

and I never want them too,

but now I’m being torn apart,

my heart divided in two.

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I love his eyes, and his smile,

and his heartbeat on my ear,

but I miss your arm, and your strength,

and the way you never fear.

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I feel like when I had you,

I gave my heart away,

and though I’ve been pretending not,

with you it’s always stayed.

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But how can I love him too,

afraid to say goodbye?

Is it possible my soul belongs to you,

and his soul belongs to I?

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Although he’s done no wrong,

and it’s not his guilt to bear,

the chips have fallen so for him,

and I know it’s not quite fair.

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I know that I have wronged him,

this day, to the very end,

but this life is all I get,

too short for me to pretend.

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So today I said goodbye,

to my partner and my friend,

in hopes of a new beginning,

proceeding this bitter end.