Dear Stranded Heart
And,
So i’m caught in the middle
I’ve moved on,
forced to.
Since you’ve been gone
my heart is stranded,
restricted,
caught in the past.
Thoughts of you,
I want them to die,
I want them to last.
Playing on a guys hockey team i have to be ready by the time the zamboni goes on the ice to go into my changeroom for the pre-game talk. I showed up this particular game when the zamboni was already on the ice and my girls room was locked, but “conveniently” i could change with my team.
Boys You Should….
1. Let her have the corner, don’t give her the middle so everyone can see her more
2. Advert your eyes!
3. Don’t talk to her when she’s slipping her pants down or her shirt off…that brings attention to her
4. Don’t steal her clothes
5. Don’t try to be funny by imitating her walking with attitude, simplified don’t wiggle your ass claiming to be her
6. Don’t ask her to join the shower. Hell wait for her to leave or for once do it when you get home
Basically don’t do anything my team did. Yes i play with a bunch of idiots who committed 1-6.
Dear Canada’s National Sport True North - Hockey Canada
Simple brush of the fingers.
Light resting of the hand.
Massages.
Calm strokes.
At what point do the simple touches progress from innocent to mean more?
Dear What You Claim Love
Do you say you love me cause you NEED me or cause you WANT me?
Is it necessary to make the one so seemingly perfect for you so damn unattainable?
Dear Being True
No, I never really lied
But I never told the truth
I’m ashamed to say,
it’s because of you.
I was never a pretender
but not completely me.
And I now know how wrong I was.
Because of holding back,
you will never see
how we were so meant to be.
Dear Reality of a Crush
I want to write about us. What I miss, what I loved, questioning what happened…my final words to you. But I find myself picking up my pen, putting it to paper and despite many attempts I can never get passed the words: I Miss You.
Dear Words To Live By