Dig your way out!

Remember

Remember that first time he ran his hands up your thigh,

and how you almost forgot to breathe?

Remember when he use to kiss your neck,

and you could feel the tingle down in your feet?

Remember the sound he made coming in the door,

and how it felt when he entered the room?

Remember the way the palm of his hand felt,

on the bottom of your back during sex?

Remember how he held a conversation with someone he wasn't interested in,

just to make you're more interested in him?

Remember how there was no time like the time with you?

I remember feeling complete,

and interested in our connection.

I remember the effort he put into convincing me,

and now it seems as if he forgot:

what I liked,

what I needed,

what I remember.

Look, your alone...

Balances

in life one is always

balancing

like we juggle our mothers

against our fathers

or one teacher against another

(only to balance our grade average)

3 grains of salt

to one ounce truth

our sweet black essenceor the funky honkies down the street

and lately I've begun wondering

if you're trying to tell me something

we used to talk all night

and do things alone together

and i've begun(as a reaction to a feeling)

to balance

the pleasure of loneliness

against the pain

of loving you

Nikki Giovanni

Ladies vs Men

So since my husband loves to surf and look at ladies, I thought I'd share one of my favorites. See I can look too. Now we're both childish!!!

The sound of the ice breaking seems to be louder than usual. I fear that I may be breaking, losing myself in this world of self destruction.

How can you be strong all the time? How do I let go of everything that wasn't great in my life? The good and the bad made who I am today. It is hard to look myself in the mirror. What have I become? A far less impressive person than who I use to be.

My marriage seems like a puzzle, and I can never get the damn thing put together just right. My business is a fucking yo-yo, and it is making me stretch further than I ever imagined. My daughter test me every chance she can. I just really hate how complicated everything has to be.

Why can't shit just be easy???

There is no beautiful street to take, no rose colored glasses I can buy, and no magic pill I can take. I just have to live with who I am, and that may be by myself. And it may be my fault.
Tears.... Cry for me.... I'm tired.