The guy should be given the Pulitzer prize
for how many times he has dominated the pages of my little book of love
People never really change once you get to know who they are inside
The heat has never gotten colder
The passion has never died
But, it is time to stop giving myself to the clouds
Wasting away my chances to move on
Ignoring the advances of beautiful men
Our love is old
Played out
A has been for way too many years
I wish he knew what he hears as he taps into peoples lackluster heads
So willingly he was to shred my past away for me
I should have wondered why back then
The craziest thing about it all is that I know if he offered, I would allow him to work me all over again
It\'s the strangest blessing I have ever been bestowed
If that is, indeed, what it is...
Rather than being ecstatic for being set free, I\'m wallowing in a puddle of wanting to be his
It\'s not healthy
Nor smart
Nor even worth a good laugh
I have suffered too many times on his self-centered behalf
Our story is old
It\'s tired
It\'s worn
A new star must be born
In the part of the Heavens that rests above me
I want to be freed forever from everything that is tired and old
I want someone who can\'t stop holding me
Cant wait to taste my kiss again
Addicted to my touch
Worried about losing my love
Mindful of what makes me smile
A man who appreciates my style
Who cares about me heart and soul
Not a retreat backward to someone who let themselves be stolen from me more than once before
A tireless soldier who could never bore me even if they tried
A guy who knows what he wants and knows how to help me decide
He does not have to be perfect of heart
of soul
of mind
He must be ready to settle down
He must be trying to find me...
11/20/2016