One Day.

I realized that I cannot unlove you.
So now my heart has a new prayer.
I pray that you’ll find happiness.
And in return , I will find mine.
 I pray that someone will love me the way I loved you.
And may I love this person a thousand fold more than you.
By then I’m sure my heart will stop looking for you. —  A Prayer For My Heart // Conee Berdera

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One More Day.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. – Mitch Albom, For One More Day

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Things I Wish To Say.

It has been several months since everything unfolded. Although I realize that your journey has seemingly gone on without me, I honestly anticipated that by now, that you would have paused to reach out and provide something to help deal with everything and not just leaving me with questions and for the longest time, no closure. Please un-brace yourself should you choose to read it, I don’t intend for what I wrote to be a rambling rant about what kind of a horrible person that you are, I feel the exact opposite and have opted, in fact, to be mostly positive…

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Finding Yourself.

There are holes inside each of us that long to be filled. Needs that we desire to have met. For by filling the void, we don’t have to feel the emptiness that resides there after losing someone you loved. The hole can represent the need to seek approval, the yearn for someones affection, one that needs the sense of security knowing someone is there or one that longs for a form of validation that make us feel like we are enough. There’s time in our life where we all search desperately for ways in which we can “fill the void”—an aching,…

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14.10.2016

Watching you with someone else makes me sick. I need you and you sleep with someone new. How do you just not care? It’s not fair you can leap for someone new  to avoid your heartbreak. You slept with me and two weeks later  she was there. When I sleep alone carrying our child. Bearing the heartbreak for us both. – Excerpts from a poetry book I’ll never write 

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