It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s … Continue reading Sobered thoughts.
Category: Gallimaufry
Protected: a poem in place of my absence
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you’re never fully dressed without a title.
I wonder how it feels to accomplish something start to finish. And I'm not just talking about something as small as a song. Because yes, I know songs are hard to finish and not everyone can do it but I'm talking about BIG things. Like school. Relationships. Marriage. Life. Seeing something like THAT all the … Continue reading you’re never fully dressed without a title.
a messy poem.
One day I want to drown in Pinterest recipes and YouTube tutorials. Read my kids the story of the little engine that could. Tell my husband I love him before bed and that I love him more the next morning. Visit my mother on Sunday’s but not without a trip to Baskin Robbins first. Chocolate … Continue reading a messy poem.
Seven-day recall.
Monday.I went to Disneyland with my family and you started school. I can only imagine what you must be feeling right now. Excitement, fear, anxiety, doubt. But I'll have you know there's not an ounce of doubt in my body. You are going to do great things and I support you. A thousand times over.Have … Continue reading Seven-day recall.
The Kind of Life I Want to Live.
I'm recording him as he helps her take her first steps. And I'm making dinner while he's teaching him how to play ball. And he sits by the piano every evening to hear me play the music I've spent all day writing for him. And I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world because … Continue reading The Kind of Life I Want to Live.
Gone, Gone, Gone.
I do I do this a thousand times I never fail to make you cry I don't know why I'm sorry But you always forgive somehow I never fail to let you down I'm breathing while You're drowning I know you want this to work But darling you are aching So let us stop pretending … Continue reading Gone, Gone, Gone.
For Him.
I’m just waiting for the day when he tells me, “I don’t want you anymore.” I expect it by now, how could I ever be this happy and it be real? I’m fooling myself, I could never be this happy, could I? But I love him. I loved him the day I met him because … Continue reading For Him.
Journal Entry #34
28 JUNE 2018 8:30 pm; Thursday. Brooke. I think I love someone. But it might be infatuation So right now I'll just stay quiet For I don't want to scare him. But I think I might just love him. A little more than the last, And maybe more than I've ever, But right now I'll … Continue reading Journal Entry #34
B.K Laurel 