Of course, the opposite of good Judgement is bad Judgement. Are we involved for the wrong reasons? Is it lust, is it blindness because of intense sexual chemistry? I can’t assume any of us would disagree that the desire to be loved is often acted out sexually. It’s the attention no matter how short or long the experience is that fills empty space. But, it remains an incomplete relationship. Take a step back to examine your situation– you might find it isn’t the person; it is a distraction that you’re (we’ve all been) attracted too. But that burns out quickly. It is the time to quit hiding behind what’s familiar, these “love” affairs and anticipate real love, starting today.
Couldn’t have imagined I’d ever loath closure.
In retrospect: mystery gave the possibility of a You and I a chance.
A chance to go the distance,
While we were distant.
Time to grow fawn of the details in one another’s day.
And interested in me!
All the character I ever needed to think I’ve fallen in love…
Never thought I’d hear myself say: I regret getting closure.
A receipt that things were good.
But… they’re over.
My imaginative wilds could run nowhere.
“Nice to have met you”
Hurts like a wasp’s sting
“This decision was nothing personal…”
You chose someone else instead of me…
How do I not take that personally?
I would not have imagined I’d ever loath closure;
Perhaps I should be grateful… you are the first who had the courtesy to say goodbye to me.
Sleep is my enemy these days. I have so much to do and business hours offer so little time.
There seems to be no getting over him.
The stubborn unkindness.
His choice to have you wait on a choice he could make today.
The paralyzing fear he maybe your last chance at “doing this.”
His being there when he wants;
His avoidance when you’re in need.
You long for the day he’ll make you feel you belong.
He’s the one—
Sterling example of what is wrong.
And if you ever thought:
He’ll never change…
If I open this letter from you to read
It could only have for me one of two things…
Something that will last only a moment
Or something ugly— moreover something unbecoming.
That will live in me a lifetime.
Being single says nothing negative about a person. It doesn’t decrease ones intelligence, mark down their beauty, suggest that they’re selfish- undesirable or unaccepting in anyway. (Unless for you it does and perhaps you’re now willing and ready to change.)
Despite however cliche the next few lines may come-off, today I’m thinking… being single, scratch that- still being single implies that it’s just not time. Doesn’t mean there won’t come ‘the time.’
Now, moments like: meeting some stranger at a bar, a wine club or coffee house and becoming wrapped up in a breathtaking smile or welcoming eyes will continue to happen. And you’ll truly think, because you can’t stop thinking about said stranger and such an encounter that you’re a hopeless-unhealthy-desperate-obsessive romantic with attachment issues. Rather than getting down on yourself about natural feeling, be excited you still have those sparks in you. Because once the real thing comes along, when those alarms sound, you’ll without a doubt recognize the difference.
Stop being a person who only points out problems, but never offers any sound solutions.
Alarms went off inside my body…
I was touching you
As you suggested
As I already have but only ever in dreams
Alarms went off inside my body
While you sat between my legs
Telling me about the last time
You “got lucky”
This just before you took off your shirt
And laid on your belly in my bed
I did every thing I knew to do
Rub your shoulders
Caress your arms
You turned over
I moved farther down…
I did only what I knew to do
All that you allowed me too
It made me feel good to make you…
An alarm must have gone off in your head
Because you pulled yourself back and then you ran
I’ll never tell you for how long I cried that night alone
Where you left me in bed
There you are
Here I am
You’re so close but so far
All we are is friends
And that’s just not enough
When it’s strong, I mean it is strong
I can’t wait
Please take my love
I’ve carried this too far for far too long
But you don’t see
You don’t see me
I’m in as deep as I can be