To mine from Your.S.

You’re a real beauty…

The way your hair flows freely, barely touching your shoulders, but standing out right in front of your face as if to say “I’m here, what do you want to do about it?!” And you giving it an intense shake so it falls back on line for the time being. 

You really are a beauty. 

You wear your insecurities like badges of honor. Yes… I think I’m fat and my tummy juggles when I run and my thighs are huge. It’s impressive. You shy away in the most boldest of ways. I’m here… but I don’t want to be a bother. And it’s fascinating, today the least, how you tend to have a sort of permanent smile. Even when your face reads danger, there’s always a hinted smirk. Angry but not overpowered. 

You really are a beauty! 

An antisocial butterfly. An isolated being stuck in a crowd of people. Blending in wherever you go. But standing out just so everyone knows… I DON’T BELONG HERE. And then retreating back into the crowd… into your crowded corner of isolation. 

You truly are…

Lesson learned

“Let’s just say, I love chocolate. Always have since I was younger. Snicker bars, to be exact. And that’s all I ate – day in and day out.

Until eventually, eating Snicker Bars started making my teeth hurt. So I went to the dentist.

The dentist told me that if I don’t stop eating Snicker Bars, I’ll lose al of my teeth and I won’t be able to enjoy any kinds of sweets.

So for a while, I listened. No Snicker Bars. I even tried a Twix and a Hershey every now and then.

They were good. But in my mind, the Snicker Bar was always the best; even though it hurt to eat them.

So, one day I went against doctors orders and tried a Snicker Bar. Even better than I remembered.

So, I went back to the routine of eating Snicker Bars regularly, while also dabbling with a Twix or a Hershey Bar every now and then.

Upon my next Dentist visit, I was told I could no longer eat any sweets.

I was told that eating the Snicker Bars the way that I had been caused me to have to have all of my teeth removed.

To this day, I think of how good the Snicker Bar was; but then I look at all of the other candies and I know that I’ll never be able to enjoy them at all.

All because I allowed one candy bar to ruin it for the rest…

If it’s not good for you, let it go

Expt 1.2. From Yours

It’s been a while, but I haven’t forgotten about you dear. Your heart was on the mend and I do believe any letters from me would have worsened all matters.

So, I sent a rose, daily, in hopes to catch you smiling. Your driveway was shoveled after each snowing fit and trash handled nightly.

You are more dear to me than you could ever imagine, and I have kept my distance up until this point. I allowed you time to mend, but now you are in despair.

Your books have gone unread, your music not listened to, your stove untouched. but I’m not sad to say that you have scared away most all male suitors.

I feel as if it isn’t just your heart that is broken; it’s your spirit. Your very being has lost its natural glow…


In the box that was placed under your bed, you will find a silk, dark blue gown and pearls for accessories. A lady always needs her pearls.

Inside of the box that was placed in your closet, there will be shoes matching your gown along with brassiere and other under garments.

The dress should fit you perfectly. Yes, I have taken into account the lovely pounds added to your backside over these past few weeks.

At around 7:45pm, your driver will arrive to escort you. I will be waiting at The Garden.

As I am not ready for us to formally meet, you will dance with a selected few masked men this evening. I shall be one, but you shan’t know which.

Should you be your new found stubborn self and choose not to accept my invitation, you will be opportuned to a series of unfortunate events – as I will be very saddened and angered. I am a man of my word, as you well know.

You will be pleased to know that your male companion, Mr. Joseph, hasn’t forgotten about you. After the event at The Garden, he will be escorting you to the place of dining of your choice. (I believe you have indulged in enough pizza and ice cream over the last 3 weeks. So that is out of the question. He is aware of this.)

I do hope that you enjoy yourself tonight. And I hope to see a smile christen those lips of yours. I’m beginning to miss what that looks like.


A woman on your strength should NEVER be broken. Don’t let it happen again.



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There was this guy I once knew. Everything about him was different, but behind his eyes lied a truth I wanted to unfold, a story that had never been told. a dream not yet dreamt and a soul that was confused and unkempt.  He was easy on the eyes but even easier with his words. And he called me brave. The fact that he was upfront about his flaws from the beginning made me more intrigued and interested. Normally, I’m different. Usually it would immediately turn me sour but with him… it was like I wanted to venture more into this thing he called his flaw and make it beautiful.

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Only tiptoeing in the edge of love ensuring that you weren’t caught up in the web that was supposed to be us… Yet allowing me to drown in the ocean of my own tears from living you too powerfully.
Tears from the realization that you weren’t mine but hoping you would one day be and one day we’d fall into line and become in-sync and we’d live our happily ever after.
But we both know they only exist in fiction novels and fairy tales.
Yet my heart still longs to be back in its safe haven. My heart still longs for you.


He’s different. He like to be seen but not heard because actions and attire say what his words cannot. He has volume without being too loud and it peaks a certain interest of mine. He likes to be acknowledged but not approached. Just the simple fact that he was seen is enough.
His posture says he’s confident and sure and proud… but not boastful.
Idealistically, he’s the one but he gives it room to breathe… just in case you change your mind. Just in case you aren’t ready for his authentic “swag” and knowledge of all things right for you. Because he knows it. But plays unaware to the fact that potentially… he could be that.

She knows him.

He knows she’s not from around here, but can’t quite place her. Her mind expands beyond the boundaries of the land she currently resides in.
Beauty from a world other than her own and she knows it.
Her mind is from France. Delicate, sweet, and alluring. Yet, dangerously deep and twisted.
She has a way with words that are completely opposite of her actions. Complete sweet manipulation is what he sees in her. And it’s the tests she gives him that make or break this.
He knows her. He thinks he had her figures out. Yet he hasn’t come close to uncovering the complicated mass that is her mind. He’s lost and has yet to make is past the first loop. He doesn’t realize this and swears beyond a doubt that he knows her.
And that’s how she has him.
She knows more about him than he does her.
Just by the way he watches her and thinks it’s done secretly.
She knows how to get a reaction and uses this to her advantage.
He thinks he knows her.
But he’s wrapped around her finger.