He’s just not that into you.

“We’re taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic. Not in this case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first. Assume you’re the rule, not the exception.” ― Liz Tuccillo, He’s Just Not That Into You It’s been romcom season in casa di

The End

The final wish’s been spoken,The final word’s been said,The final die’s been cast,Now all that’s left’s regret. So I’ll just blast this on repeat,Until I believe those words,Because when all is said and done,Only real love really hurts.

When you know.

Facing the abyss Stare into icecream pints Rocky road bottom And as a simple haiku may show – sometimes you’ll just know when you hit it. Hard, undeniably and unavoidably. There’s some destinies one may not escape. It might be mine to set the new world record for sheer amount of Ben and Jerries ingested.

Puzzled

It’s when I stopped looking For you….All the time,Every time,That I found the time.  No more staring at the driveway,Or just glancing at the door,Waiting,Knowing you won’t come around no more.No more staring at my phone,Or looking for your name, on the list of who read what where,Waiting,Knowing you’re no longer there.  It’s when I

(Not that) Easy to Forget

Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to picking my head over my heart when it comes to making a lot of the decisions I make in life. Not without a fight, obviously, because as it so happens – my heart and brain are very seldom on the same page about a lot of things. The

Heart on lockdown

I thought of you, Each time I tried something new, And I stopped trying, So I wouldn’t have to.   I thought of you, Each time I fucked someone new, And I stopped fucking, So I wouldn’t have to.   I thought of you, Every time I drank something new, And I stopped drinking, So

Crooked smile

‘It’s ok.’They tell me.‘You were just brainwashed,by him and the scene he painted.’ And I’ll smile a crooked smileAsking them ‘what brain?’‘I lost that way before him.’‘I’ve always been out of my mind.’ ‘It’s the heart that he stole.’‘And the love that he took,that now leave me feeling empty.’ It’s when their helpful eyes hardenIt’s

Same mistakes

I had a talk with my manager today about my progress and learning curve in my new job. It was a good talk. Way more positive than I’d pictured it beforehand (damn impostor syndrome) and a great clarification on my results these past few months. You see – when it comes to my new endeavors

Guilty

Who locked the door on me, Who took away my sun. Who found a way to steal… All that I thought I had become? Who made my world go dark Who holds that smoking gun Who is the one to blame… Wait. I guess I’m the only one.

The burn

I let the heat engulf my body,As I slide into the water slow.Slip my head beneath the surface,And ponder what I know… While my oxygen runs out,And my chest begins to burn,Like it has these past few months,When I was forced to learn… That I will be alone,Not just in this porcelain tomb,With my head