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Me

I like being alone but I also like being around people.

I am outgoing but I am also shy.

I can be wild and crazy but also calm and sane.

I live in reality most days but others my head is in the clouds.

I long to make friends, to bond with others but I think most people are mean.

I want to be authentically me but then I wear a mask way too often.

I am a mix of sweet and sour, yin and yang.

I am restless but always hopeful.

Sometimes sad, with a dash of loneliness.

I try my best and often fail. But I keep trying.

I believe in God but have a lot of questions.

I’m late to pretty much everything because I hate time, so I rarely look at clocks.

I want simplicity but I also long for things.

I am strong with a little side of weak.

I can be organized in the physical sense and messy in the mental one.

Most days I am endlessly searching for meaning and most likely looking in the wrong places.

I am light and dark, push and pull.

I am human, marred, imperfect.

Just a woman, trying to navigate her life so that at the end of it, I have the fewest regrets.

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Longing for you

goodbye

You are my entire weakness. 

Every time I see you I want you but I know I can never have you. 

You belong to someone else. 

If life were different, another time, another place, we would be soul mates instead of friends. 

I know you feel it too. I see it in the way you look at me, the longing, the sadness.

I hear it in your voice when you say my name.

I wish I could stop feeling this way but my heart is so dedicated to you. 

It skips a beat every time you are near me and a thousand tiny butterflies set flight. 

I desire to know a life with you. 

The taste of your mouth on mine, the feel of your skin against my own, your hand slipping through mine.

We’d spend dark nights concealed by the shadow of the moon and early mornings in the suns balmy rays.

I wish, but when did wishing for something ever make it real?

We will stay familiar as friends.

I will laugh and smile when I see you and feign that I don’t feel a thing. 

And when you leave with her, you will be taking a piece of me with you once again. 

This is the way it must be. 

In this version of time we are not destined to be. 

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Rantings in a Coffee Shop

I’m that person in a busy coffee shop, sitting at the corner table for two that currently seats one. A blur in the lives of the people passing by, placing orders. No one really notices me since they are too busy with their own doings. I sit, listening quietly to conversations, a curious mind I tell myself. What do people talk about ? How are they friends and what qualities am I missing so that I am alone?

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At times it’s satisfying to be by myself, a solo in a world of pairs. Other times I long for an ear, a friend who sits with me in coffee shops in the middle of a rainy afternoon, just to pass the time. We talk about simple things like the weather or our favorite T.V. shows and we laugh about things our kids said.

I sip my coffee, peering above the top of my plastic lid, enjoying the hot brew and the warmth of it in my cupped hands. But deep, deep down I’m cold and coffee doesn’t seem to ever warm me completely.