I remember.
I remember the scent of her strawberry hair.
The touch of her fingertips sending a fire through my veins.
A Fire in my veins which triggered those butterflies.
The butterflies who tumbled restlessly within me.
The butterflies that flew to my heart.
My heart full of love for Scherese.
That was years ago, seven to be exact.
I regret to say that I've lost her.
Her friends stole her.
Her family stole her.
Society stole her.
Her husband stole her.
Here I am
Remembering how she was stolen from me.
Day in and day out She holds to my soul like a leech.
And you can bet that she's sucking all of my life away.
I cannot escape her hold.
Can you love someone and Hate them all at once?
No I take that back. Its not hate.
Resentment
I awake in cold sweat. My heart pounds like a drum.
Pounding so hard I feel as if I'm getting a headache from it.
I groan. I moan. I stretch and yawn.
"work..." I mutter. I yawn once more and look at the opposite bedside. No one...
Resentment
I'm a twenty-eight year old women.
A journalist trying to go author.
Yeah a real bang-up job I'm doing.
Here I am stuck in shitty magazine job
full of bullshit articles.
Sometimes I think my co-writers make stuff up...
all they want is their salary and their name on something.
Well I want my name on something real.
"Mornin' Lonna." I hear. I look to see Garrett.
Typical journalist guy.
Scruffy hair. Thick black glasses.
Wearing a scarf even though its dead August.
And surprise, surprise...wearing a v-neck.
"Morning Garrett...you know what I'm about to tell you right?"
His startling amber-eyes light up with satisfaction that he's already irritated me.
"V-necks are faggish on men?" He laughed.
Not exactly how I would have put it...ugh.
I dont completely hate my job.
I have friends like Garrett to keep me entertained.
I am doing what I love. Just now how I wanted to do it.
And I'm not taking the jounery of getting there quick.
I've lost drive.
Drive...