Friday, January 29, 2010

Back Words

I almost had it, almost had it back because now it's hard to find someone, then deja vu kicked in when he said "I'm not ready to be in one, standing at the fork shaped road again "I don't want to hurt you in the end", the pattern of being told the same thing was what I call a "Boyfriend in Disguise". After so many repeats I learned to walk away whistling and not looking back. A fragile individual I was becoming for love, he had a disguised it for a month, that made me believe this perfect fairy tale and all I am, just a friend. The image of saying goodbye was a slide show that was on repeat, dictating my next relationships. In a world of possibilities with each single person why is it that we're still looking for the next best thing? The burden of what he meant to me made me somehow feel safe and as how unhealthy that sounds it was a safety net. The insanity of not being noticed other than just a guy that came and gone was the back words, yes I wanna go back undo the tragic and the hurt.

To Be Continued....

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Love is a Melody

Love is what I consider to be so many melodies in ones ear. I felt like the piece that you latched on inside my heart start to fall when I woke up separately, hold on this a repeat measure of how much you love someone. The way you became a part of me was hell in a particular way and what explanation would I give since I have nothing but millions of good reasons in my head. Congratulations I made the list within the "stupid in love" quote. I thought maybe if I was consistent you would see that I was trying to love you, guess maybe right now is impossible. The certain urge of irritation clouded my emotions because the way you held me and the way we kissed, the imprint on my lips, the pressure of what we thought was being together. "So after the not really knowing the person are those feelings real you got the first or was it a waste of time?"
"We'll we be ok after this?" I asked him. "When you leave we will be." He responded. A melody of love was different in my ear this time around.

To Be Continued.......

Monday, January 11, 2010

Intervention 101

"Have I done this before?" I asked myself this question as it was presented to me from a guy that I thought I clarified our status. I became the guy that had no salvation when it came to keeping something platonic with guys. I was the guy that stood in the cold, wind blowing in my face with two guys that felt as if I played them having my hands tied behind my back wishing I could press rewind on the what I call "indiscretion" sort a speak. A mistake that brought me no redemption but to an unfortunate cross road where I felt fingers pointing at me no matter which way I turned. I was stuck with just me, myself, and I trying to hide from what I felt was nothing more than a barrel of stones thrown at me. "Did I perform some act of deception?". I believed it that moment and with that thought came others as to how my life went from good to bad, how I sank to depression. The surprise hit me before I went to sleep and as I got up thinking that it was just a dream it wasn't, it was an intervention 101 on my ass.

P.S. I'm sorry........ And to the innocent bystander I'm sorry you were caught up

Friday, January 8, 2010


The task of having him feel you up whenever since I conveniently right there jilted and jabbed my ego and my mind. After the last encounter you kinda get that disease called panic, yes you hurt me at times....It was going on 2 months trying to figure out how two people who went to bed together each night were so distant from each other, it was my complication I laid in bed with hoping that the next morning it wouldn't be just a glance of infatuation but one of endearment because for some reason I find myself ending up in situations that makes these short stories possible. That hope was fail, instead I just get up and straight to the kitchen for tea I go. I realized that after certain flashbacks I was there again, living the moment when I was with Mr. Briggs, having my demeanor picked and poked at because he meant more to me than I did at the time. It was deja vu on some levels while I sip on tea each morning in the kitchen replaying these incidents. Instead of having the official status all I had was the "roommate status". WTF? Another WTF moment is when I get invited out by friends it's never have fun!, instead it's hmmmmok which when you read between the lines its jealousy with an extra "who the hell is he and why are you going?" All that spinning in the head just makes you wanna run into a wall trying to make any sense as to why each night he's the one you hear snore and the one you make sure he has the covers on him because he looks cold. Right now its 4am with still no explanation to this complication except WTF?

To Be Continued....