It started with me saying yes. I couldn’t say no. My mind wouldn’t let me. It knew already what was coming. I could feel the excitement and anticipation. Those butterflies were there. You didn’t ask if you could dm me. You just did. You didn’t ask if you could send that first photo, but you… Continue reading Saying Yes
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Whatever Makes you Happy
What more could I ask / There's nothing left to be desired / Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak / So sleep, silent angel / Go to sleep /Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe / And to love you. . . But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo… Continue reading Whatever Makes you Happy
Someday
Did you ever have vivid dreams as a kid, the kind that seemed to come only when your mom gave you that special cold medicine? They don't make them like they used to. I had a dream like that last night, and I tried to hold onto it this morning. I am one of those… Continue reading Someday
Crumbs
I have experienced breadcrumbing in relationships. What is it in them that can't offer more than crumbs? Why do they not have the ability to break bread with you? Those little crumbs they leave can be so tempting. I sometimes struggle with latching on to those crumbs, wanting to eat from them piece by piece,… Continue reading Crumbs
His Sunshine
(Another writing prompt) I want to be his sunshine. I want to provide light in the darkness. I want so much to guide the way to the brightness and the love that could be. But I want his darkness too. I need the cover and the shade it provides. I want to rip it out… Continue reading His Sunshine
Lisa Gray 