manic addict

I poured out a cap of my love;
one shot or two? choose,
take me in small doses;
I'll be better for you.

Too eager;
and you'll ill of me quickly,
With an after-taste;
oh so bitter-sweet,
Take just enough so you earn for me.

Close enough so you;
feel me breathe,
through these medicinal words I speak.

Don't be delinquent,
you'll miss me terribly;
With quite the urgency.

Take your prescribed doses;
I promise you'll grow to love,
your dependence of me.

As for you;
I want you all at once,
my addiction is already you .

Broken

Called a player today

A lover tomorrow

Forever more she

I can't help if this is where

Love comes to die

Sorrows inadvertently multiple

Feelings and promises dissipate

This heart can't reciprocate 

Don't follow me I'm lost too

At least I have been for a long while, 
I'm finding myself  
And loving who I'm becoming once again.
That should be the tell tale of life right?!
To become better
Not to be stunted where you once were
Life brought be back. 

Love til it hurts, when it hurts there's only Love left

NOTE TO SELF: YOU CAN'T ENJOY THE PRESENT IF YOU'RE STUCK IN THE PAST...
To let go of someone doesn't mean you have to stop loving, it only means that you allow that person to find their own happiness without expecting them to come back. Letting go is not just setting the other person free, but is also setting yourself free from all the bitterness, hatred, and anger that you keep in your heart. Do not let the bitterness take away your strength and weaken your faith, and never allow pain to dishearten you; but rather let yourself grow with wisdom in bearing it.

i am enough

The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep, loving concern.

Beautiful people do not just happen.

A Poem for Swingers by Charles Bukowski

I like women who haven’t lived with too many men.
I don’t expect virginity but I simply prefer women
Who haven’t been rubbed raw by experience.

There is a quality about women who choose
Men sparingly;
It appears in their walk
In their eyes
In their laughter and in their
Gentle hearts.

Women who have had too many men
Seem to choose the next one
Out of revenge rather than with
Feeling.

When you play the field selfishly everything
Works against you:
One can’t insist on love or
Demand affection.
You’re finally left with whatever
You have been willing to give
Which often is:
Nothing.

Some women are delicate things
Some women are delicious and
Wondrous.

If you want to piss on the sun
Go ahead
But please leave them
Alone.

encompassed by profound thoughts

Tank along with my oldies from Etta Jones to The Temptations, have been my Mellow playlist as of late. Seemingly melancholy but not quite just enjoying the stories loves telling from loving making to heart aching as I continue to document my own journey.