spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I did exactly what I set out not to do
I gave my heart to another
What started as a chance meeting
Turned into an easy conversation
Which became texts and more texts
Texts turned to phone calls
We had a meeting of minds
Kindred spirits
But when I looked back
I suddenly realized
I had fallen for you
Without knowing everything
Barely anything at all
I had your face memorized
When you messaged me
I knew how you’d write something out
Although maybe not the exact words
My heart was yours
Before I recognized the truth
Or maybe I did but I had denied it
This is crazy
It’s impossible
What have I done??
There’s no going back, is there?
Do I tell you what’s in my heart?
What would you say?
Would you run away?
Chuckle, “silly girl”
A hundred typed and deleted messages
Seen only by me and my phone
Oh, what should I do?
Part of me hopes
You won’t answer another text
Disappear from my life
Another part hopes
You’ll see through to the real me
Take me as I am
Will you see past the dark I hide behind?
Am I worth it to you?
Suddenly I don’t know
What have I done?!
Oh, Heart, what have you done?
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This is really damn good! Gut wrenching
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Thank you. This is high praise, coming from your beautiful mind. Thank you.
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You have some depth! Any man would embrace that 😊
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Weellll maybe not *any* but perhaps one will.
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Absolutely! He’s out there…I know it
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Love this. So many can relate to it. How many times have we typed something only to delete it? To leave those unspoken words on the table. Very well done.
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Yes. Exactly. When to say them, when to hold them in…
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Sounds like playing poker…”Know when to hold them, know when to fold them”…;)
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Hahahaha! Right?!
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Oh heart, indeed. You wear who you are in your writing and that is both brave and wonderful. I really love all your writing, for different reasons as I am reading it, but always because it is raw and honest. You have a wonderful gift!!
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Why thank you for that wonderful compliment. That means a lot to me.
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You are most welcome. I’ve been reading you for a while now and have wanted to tell you this for a while 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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