New & Old

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