And I don't want over and overs and do again's. I crave the ceaselessness of you, I want you to be the ocean of water that flows through my veins from sun up to sundown with every ounce of magic in between.

9/29/15 Quiet Contemplative Tuesday

So, it is indeed a quiet, contemplative Tuesday.

I am at work, of course, since this is the only place I feel relaxed enough to write, otherwise I'm stir-crazy and constantly need to be doing something.

I might be going to the beach tomorrow...

I trust you God.

I trust you God.

I trust you God.

And so thankful that I can finally run again!

Uncanny Dream

Having a dream about someone you've never met is weird enough.

Explaining to your close friend that it was his mother who passed away is even weirder.

Just A Friend

Late night conversations
Early dawn texts before the coffee has begun
Better with you in my bed
Let the sheets unravel before we see the sun

Music and movies and muses
Late night cuddles and hand holding
Better enjoy it while it lasts
Hold me tight before it's morning

Breakfast, lunch and dinner
I take you with me everywhere
Better every time our bodies touch
Stick around if you dare

Lip bites, body marks, and thumb wars
Share your secrets, don't pretend
Better that you can't tame my soul
Because you'll always be just a friend

You were perfect to me, and I was perfect to you
But maybe only fools could look at someone that way
and we could both think happily ever after
but we both know that's not true
but we'll still smile
...with both our eyes closed
...because that's how wishes are made

And I'll be happy for the way you made me feel
and the infinite possibilities I felt existed between us
because I strategically placed them there
because we attracted each other again and again
And maybe that's how it will always be
but we both know that's not true
...change is constant
...and time is guaranteed to run out

And maybe it's because I wanted you so bad,
I willed you into existence at the very moment
when I needed you to be there
I needed to feel magic
I needed to believe in love

And god, I'm going to miss you.
Because I created you, I made you up
you are the beautiful creation I made
and maybe that's why it hurts so bad
because we are so narcissistic
but either way it works
now I have to give you up
I want something real
and sadly, you never were

Swallowed in the noise,
in the crowds,
in the every day mundane moments,
I'd rather be swallowed up in you.