Cafe de Desiree

March 11, 2017

Shaken, not Stirred

Filed under: love,poetry — desi83 @ 8:22 am
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I walked in, and you caught my eye

sitting with that far-away stare

until you smiled with hungry eyes

this is how we began this affair

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We walked hand-in-hand in the quiet

then suddenly I was in your arms

being swept away and consumed by it

You enslaved me with your wicked charms

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We explored every inch of one another

and I was left scorched by the fire we created

because, I guess, in the heat, you began to smother

so my tears poured out and the fire quickly abated

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Years passed by and you swung in and out of my life

One drunken night, you uttered the L word

that stabbed my heart because I thought it was a lie

but the vital truth, your fragile ego cannot afford

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Years later, you finally tell me that you want me

as your forever and as a means to your paradise

I am shaken, but I am not stirred to concede

This moment marks our twisted love’s demise

February 27, 2017

Today I Threw a Spoon at my Toaster

Filed under: depression,grief,love — desi83 @ 4:46 am
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It’s a strange feeling, to feel so distant from everyone and everything around me. I do what I need to in order to get by. I wouldn’t call this sadness or anger. I don’t know what it is. Apathy? No, not quite, because I’m constantly worried. I want to feel those normal human feelings. Today I threw a spoon at my toaster. It hasn’t been working right lately; it’s ten years old. My boyfriend stood there looking very concerned, rightly so. “What can I do?” “Let me help you,” he insisted. He’s beyond wonderful to me, and he’s understandably worried about my behavior lately. Truthfully, I threw the damn spoon because I wanted to feel something. I wanted to feel anger. The opportunity presented itself, and it felt exhilarating. Then, I felt stupid.

Truthfully, I do still feel something when I’m with him. I love him so much, and he has been my rock through this episode that I’m having. Every time he hugs me, kisses me, or holds my hand, I feel a connection. It’s a little tug into the world, outside of these walls that I’ve been stuck behind. Then there’s my mom. When I’m having a melt-down, I can call her and know that she will calm me down. She knows just what to say. It wasn’t always like that. She used to get angry with me, and maybe it’s because it used to happen more often when I was younger. Maybe she understands me better now. I haven’t been able to completely come back into the world, though, and I’m not sure what the answer is…a healthy diet, sleep, and the will to just keep going through the motions as I just give myself time, I guess is the way. When it comes down to it, right now I just want to crawl under the covers and not get up until this passes. I know that I can’t though. So, sometimes I’ll have to throw a spoon, or I’ll have to kiss my boyfriend in the middle of a crowded room, or I’ll drink too much and laugh too loudly in public.

This might be grief. It might be depression, or anxiety, or all three rolled into one messy package that I didn’t ask for. I just hope that soon I can knock down these walls, or there might be no one left for me outside of them.

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