Free writing!

Drying my eyes.

In my hands I hold the tears….

All of the tears I have ever cried over you.

Throwing them I am, like a pitcher on the mound.

There they go to the batter.

STRIKE!

Just like I knew you would.

For the third time.

You`re out now, take your walk of shame in to the dug out.

The next batter is about to show you, how to do it right.

He`s determined to win, he knows the prize is gold.

Home runs, for my heart.

He knows what he`s got.

There’s

Nothing better than revival I keep getting pushed down and getting right back up!

Know or nah…

Knowing wishing you didnt.

Not knowing wishing you did.

Which do you prefer?

Every detail adds pain, not knowing does the same.

There’s no win in this shit called love.

Something so beautiful, but far from perfect.

Why do we yearn for it?

What’s the point?

Two people with a million secrets, what do you do?

Is the past just that?

Or is it our future unfolding?