I know, I know. This blog is completely deserted. But let me further abandon the last few people that would even possibly be reading this to reference my ex boyfriend, Justin....
I don't know what my deal is today but reading the old blog posts he has on his old blog nearly made me cry. Here's an excerpt from one:
"to the one who is my soul!
dear desiree
i just wanna let you know on this day after thanks giving that you are what
im thankful for.
i know we've had our share of bad moments arguements and maybe some times
we get mad at each other but you are the most important thing to me
ive learned alot from you alot about lifelove and my self
im sorry for the times ive said stupid things
i dont want you to ever forget how much i love you
i know you are everything a man could hope for and
im glad im the man who gets to be with you
i wish i could say in words what i want to tell you soo badlyhow much i love you"
Okay, yes. I know this is completely terrible of me to get emotional some random Monday & even have a thought cross my mind to go back to him. I mean, his spelling & grammar were attrocious there! I'm sort of glad he's been blocked on my Facebook.
I guess it's just hard to believe it's been 3 years since we broke up... He broke up with me 2 years ago. So I guess it's true to say you will always remember your first love. No matter how hard you try to forget. Forget the way he held you. Sang to you. Wrote you poems. Cared about you like no one else. It's all just memories now.
& of course I have the bad memories with it. But, in the end isn't that the point? Cherish the good & forgive & forget the bad? Isn't that our goal to be striving towards?
I have no clue either....
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Anyways, sorry about my Melancholic Monday... & to think Twitter was trending #musicmonday ... Lol.
July 9, 2012
February 8, 2012
Unknown or Nonexistent?
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Poetry
The words waltz
behind my eyes
trot among my brain
cranking machine
pulling out
what it all means
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Lately I've been writing a lot of poems.
Most short.
Sweet.
To the damned point.
But, I also have been reading a lot of poetry too.
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| Emily Dickinson |
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| Jack Spicer |
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| Robert Frost |
& that doesn't even cover everyone I've been reading.
& I just have been wondering lately...
WHAT
IS
THE
POINT
?
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Why type these words?
Who reads them?
Who cares?
Does
anyone
even
think
about this complicating, mind blowing, stuff or am I just sitting here wasting
one
more
tick
tock
of my already busy schedule
to vent to an unknown audience?
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