Push

One step closer
Two weeks gone
the typical women's way
Waiting for one more to close the chapter on this

Wrong

I did that thing
You know where you just take what you want
You seduce the old version of you
You start to say what you really mean
You don't
I took something from someone else
Embarrassing myself

Things I forgot to tell you

Hope lives inside of us so we keep moving on.
I thought I lost mine three years ago
I was wrong
It's more of a slow fading and ripping
I am certain it is gone now

Past Life

I was once told that in several of my past lives to put it delicately I provided services for men of a certain class. Until today I never made the connection that the first man I slept with was almost 20 years my senior.

Too Old

When do we become too old for hope?

Somehow

I always find myself in situations where I stop chatting politely with someone and take a ride on the elephant in the room.

Wanted

I just want to be wanted today. Is that asking too much?