unoriginal blog part twenty-five.

Things may be falling apart a little bit more now than I was ready for, but that just means I have to reevaluate, and be prepared for whatever may come next.
You always have to have a back up plan, and I'm really glad that I realized that a long time ago.

I had a really great weekend, migraine aside, and it was one I wouldn't mind repeating on a more frequent basis. I may not have gotten much sleep, but I did get to see you, more than once.
You still have that look in your eyes when you look at me, and nothing has ever made me feel more safe. Sometimes even in pictures I take of you, I can see it, and it still gives me that feeling in my stomach.

I'm moving soon, very soon. I cannot wait. It will be a further drive to work, but that is the only downfall that I am foreseeing.

There will only be one poem this time, because that's all I feel like typing.

She slips it on
And pulls it back,
Just to bring them home.
Finds the perfect shoes to match
The hole inside her soul.

Affection means something to her
That this line of men never will.
Love had found her before last summer,
And now has left her seeking nightly thrills.

She may be in love with you,
But for now she isn't allowed to say.
So while she's waiting in the corner
For her life to regain order,
And put you back in your place;
Right next to her,
So she feels safe.

She'll stumble around this broken town
Make-up painted to hide the frown.
The anonymous man she met today
Will help her get from night to day.

She doesn't touch him,
Because she can't.
Just a different man in the room,
And she feels like a tramp.

Her heart is yours,
And its plain to see;
No one else matters to her,
She believes you're meant to be.
Try as she might to just make it through,
She can't imagine her life
Even a day past you.