My Drug of Choice

I breathe you in like a long lost friend
My chest expands like it’s always just been
My head it spins and senses whirl, soft and slow once more with you
There’s no other place that always feels so new
Our lips do touch
Once more you’re my crutch
I let you out for a moment, a separation of taste
But I dive back in, head first in this state
I know I’m stronger when we’re apart
I see the power, and I’ve let this start
But the swimming delight you give to me
Brings me back to your welcoming sea
A rolling wave of electric love
A mesmerizing storm that I can’t surface above
Drown me now in your abyss
Pull me down and don’t let me live
I’ll choke and suffer but I just don’t care
I should throw you away but I don’t dare
How could I do this without you my dear
I would crumble and wilt and suffer I fear
So I stand here now, staring at you
Knowing that there is little else I can do

An Unknowing Siren

There she goes messing with his mind,
He’s usually more in control when he lies
There he goes back inside his shell
Living on the other side of this lover’s carousel
Oh if she only knew
How much he loses control, how much she makes him go
She makes love sometimes just with her eyes
The slight devious sparkle and the sultry silent offer
She plays him like he’s made of string
He’s the instrument, the melody
She wants his lips to sing
If she only knew, how hard it is to handle
How bad he wants this scandal
Tell him girl, “my world is all about you”
Tell him girl, “I just can’t seem to live without you”
Tell him girl, “Let’s lose some sleep tonight”
Just wants to tell her straight, he doesn’t want to wait
He won’t take it no, no longer, not any more
His heart she stole, and he’s begging for more
In silent moans from the other line of the phone
She hears no word, and keeps up with it
He wants all of her, but wants it just to end
There’s no reprieve on his side, no final point or bend
He’s lost control, can’t hold her down
He stands alone, spinning slow
And she will never know

I’m Addicted and I Can’t Stop

“When hope and love has been lost and you fall to the ground, you must find a way. When the darkness descends and your told it’s the end, you must find a way.”

– Muse, Dig Down

Muse has forever been my own personal professed muse. I feel like their music is directly linked to the outline of my book series. There are so many times in my life when I have pulled away from those around me and sunk into the depths of my mind. I become supremely focused on the inner workings of my book, or like now I am focused on my writing in general. I pull inward and focus on the emotion of what I am feeling. The most useful thing for me when I do this is listening to music. I feel like it not only helps me expose the emotions I am feeling, but it also helps me remain connected to ground instead of floating up into the clouds. Muse is always there to pull me back into the present, keeping my mind on that edge between focus and distraction when it comes to writing versus living outside of the space of my laptop screen.

Right now I am entrenched in emotion. I can feel the weight of it pressing on me and I feel the need to resurface but I can’t. I am so deeply buried beneath that I need to write to find my way out again. Memories of my many emotions and experiences flood my brain and I am now fully gone it feels like. Muse is a tether, my book an outlet, and my blog is my reach to the masses. It’s lonely here in the world of words and blank pages.

I wish I could tell you this would be the last time but it won’t be. It can’t be. I am addicted to the feel of it. I need it. I crave it. And I’m not ready to let it go. I stare out on the horizon line of my inner thoughts and I see nothing but unending beauty and wonder. It’s beautiful in here, truly amazing. I will share it with you, one blog at a time….



Very Short Story: String Me Along Again

I’m doing it again, waiting for you. It’s becoming extremely exhausting. I keep telling myself that it’s fine, that it’s not really a big deal but you know, to me it is. I shouldn’t have put on this outfit today, worn my favorite dress, worn these high heels. Shouldn’t have spent the extra time fussing with my hair, re-doing my make up to ensure I looked perfect for you. Worn my favorite perfume. There was no point, I knew you weren’t going to show up.

I sit here in the cafe shop slowly sipping my latte, twiddling my thumbs because I was an idiot and didn’t think to bring anything with me in case you didn’t show up. Why did I think you would? I have no idea.

It’s fine though, I tell myself again, for the millionth time. I find excuses for you, because obviously you are far too busy to share those reasons with me right now. You are overwhelmed at work, you are driving and can’t text, you are tired from your week, you are…not interested, you don’t want me, you don’t need me, you don’t think I’m attractive, and on…and on…and on. No, I say, he just talked to me all last week! Why would he suddenly not be interested?

The time ticks by, one minute into an hour into three. I wipe the red lipstick from my lips, no longer liking the effect it has as I did when I was bouncing in the car on the way to the cafe. I was so excited to see you, to look into your eyes, to feel the warmth of your presence as we talked. The red stains my skin but there’s nothing I can do, it’s left there like the remnants of your words; your promise. Stuck to me, unmoving and there is nothing I can do to make it go away.

It’s my fault, I tell myself. This isn’t the first time. It’s not even just the second. I should know better by now. But I don’t, I am back making the same mistakes that I made before. Round in circles I go, a merry-go round that brings nothing but tears and an ache in my chest so deep I can’t seem to ignore it any longer.

My phone buzzes and I jump. “Hey.”

That’s all, three little letters and my heart zips into overtime thudding away against my ribs like a congo drum. It’s you! You ARE thinking about me!

“I’m sorry, I can’t make it.” And just like that, my heart plummets back into my stomach the acid eating it whole.

“Oh that’s ok.” I respond, not wanting to let you see the pain. Not wanting you to see that hurt inside.

“I’ll see you soon, I promise.” you say. And I smile, because you wouldn’t break your promise again would you? You wouldn’t, you’re too sweet to do that.

“I trust you.” I wrote back. I slide out of the coffee shop with a dreamy smile on my face as I bury the knife back into my chest, far enough to still feel it but out of sight so that I can pretend the hurt isn’t there. You promised you would see me. I believe you.


Hardest of Hearts

There is love in your body but you can’t hold it in
It pours from your eyes and spills from your skin
Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks
And the kindest of kisses break the hardest of hearts
There is love in your body but you can’t get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won’t come out of your mouth
Stick to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste
Darling heart, I loved you from the start
But you’ll n ever know what a fool I’ve been
But that’s no excuse for the state I’m in
There is love in our bodies and it hold us together
But pulls us apart when we’re holding each other
We all want something to hold in the night
We don’t care if it hurts or we’re holding too tight
My heart swells like a water at weight
Can’t stop myself before it’s too late
Hold on to your heart
Cause I’m coming to take you
Hold on to your heart
Cause I’m coming to break you
{Florence + the Machine – Hardest of Hearts}


Lead me down this treacherous path
The forest is full, the trees are alive
Hold my hand, let me see we can exist
You’re just barely out of my grasp, too far to grip
Use your eyes to pull me to you
Say those words and fill up my soul
Then slip into silence and I’ll dig out the holes
Please be cruel to me, rip into my chest
Grasp hold of my heart and clasp it to yours
I want the pain, the torture you cause
I’d suffer all day, I would bleed all night
To hear one more word of how I light up your life
The path grows steep, my breathing is harsh
Your shadows ahead keeps me moving now
I don’t mind the free fall, the bottomless plunge
It’s before the pain, the crush, the drought
I can do this forever as long as you allow
Just a single touch, a whisper of lips
I’m running now, full out of breath
To keep up with the pace of what you now demand
The distance it grows, my heart in your hand
And I trudge along still just wanting more
What is this torture, this blissful sweet drug
It’s obsession dear one, and it’s swallowed you up

Agent, are you out there?

Oh to have an Agent, what a wonderful day that will be. I have just sent out my….30th? query to an agent. I have gotten some feedback, it hasn’t been totally silent. But the waiting game is hard. It’s more that I look at an Agents specifications and I think, ‘oh god, you would be perfect for me to work with! This book series is exactly what you need!’ But I have gotten zero ‘yes’ responses.

I won’t give up though. This weekend I sent out 3 more queries, and I do believe my query letters are getting better every time I send one. I have adjusted and rewritten my original query MANY times over. And I know that I will most likely change it even more. I won’t give up, not on this. I WILL get published one way or another.