Where is the place where love blooms? An espresso bean, Or raindrops, Lingering glances, And shared punchlines. Where is it that love grows? Hospital rooms, Empty checking accounts, Empty bottles, And rock beds.
When things are good, I find myself holding my breath, afraid to move, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Almost as if the powers that be forgot that little black cloud and if I smile too loudly, they will hear and bring more obstacles my way. This is how I've been living, always just… Continue reading Exhale
“The bravest thing a person can do is to love and to be loved in return.” I never really understood that saying until recently. I love very easily and how difficult is it to be loved? I’m starting to comprehend. Being fond of someone, being around someone, being there for someone is really easy if… Continue reading What is Love? Don’t Hurt Me.