Ocean of Thoughts

You walk the shores
leaving footsteps in the sand
walking along
with no master plan

The ocean wipes clean
all the feelings between
and sets you free
within peace and serenity

As you walk along
and stroll across the sand
you listen to the waves
nature's music nature's band

You clear your mind,
let you're self go,
soar through the wind,
listening to you're heart,
deciding what's right
and let you're troubles fade

As you just stop to feel
Across the sky you glance
Wondering if your ready
To maybe take a chance
It has hurt before each time
You think about what is to gain
Fear slips into the walk
As you remember previous pain

The memories come like a flood
but you begin to wonder
can this time be different
can this time be real
should I take the leap of faith
take a risk, for either way
everything will change

For the heart is a vessel
that one has to be careful with
Though it will hold much
and is extremely strong
It is made special
It is made to be cherished
It wasn't made to be treated wrong

You wonder if to not say something
Is the same as not being true?
Not telling are you really being real?
But if they really care for you
And who you think they are
Yet you wonder once it is said
will they be distant like a star

Cuddle buddies

There are a few guys out there that I think really care. Even though you may have broken up years ago, they are still there for you a as friend. It takes a real man to be able to do that. I know that we still have some feelings for each other but we both know that us being together isn't possible at this time. We may never know if our time will come again, but just being there for each other is all that really matters in the end. Don't get me wrong I still care for this boy but things just don't always work out the way you want them too and you just have to accept that and move on.

Nothing Ever Happened

My head is pounding.

I get up and walk to the mirror.

Black eye, nose bleeding, split lip,

I breath and my ribs hurt.

I hurry to the shower,

I hurry to clean myself up,

I need to look presentable,

I need to think of a way to hide this.

I step out and dry off.

Dry my hair, put on clothes.

Cake on the concealer and foundation.

Which does little to hide the freshly made marks.

"Be back in a bit" he says

I hear the door close,

He starts the car and drives away.

Where is he going?

Sitting at the table with coffee in hand.

 An hour has passed.

He still isn't home.

Where did he go?

The door opens.

Flowers in hand.

My favorite flowers.

He smiles at me.

Kisses my forehead.

"I'm sorry" he said.

I didn't mean to get so angry,

It wont happen again.

I promise

Just like that,

everything is fine again.

Feels like we are on our honeymoon.

For the one hundredth time.