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Watch a couple stay close,It’s like the bloom of a rose

Somebody’s Miracle: Liz Phair

http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjamXCPyKrQ

I’m so far, so far away from it now
That it seems like I may never know how
People stay in love for half of their lives
It’s a secret they keep between husbands and wives

Baby, There goes somebody’s miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
But I look at myself
Wonderin’ if i’m just too weak
To have such faith in myself

Once upon a time I was so restless in love
When things we’re fine, I changed my mind just because
Now I see how wrong and reckless i’ve been
Each frog has a prince just waiting inside of him

Baby, There goes somebody’s miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
But I look at myself, and I think what the hell
Maybe I’m just too naive
To have such faith in myself
You know I’m prayin’ for it

But the queen, she likes to sit on her throne
Doesn’t mean you two are never alone
It’s just love has needs that love only knows
Watch a couple stay close, It’s like the bloom of a rose

Baby, There goes somebody’s miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
There goes somebody’s miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale…

I never cry out loud, I
I keep my tears to myself
But I woke up one day and I found my life had left me for someone else
I, I guess it must be unhappy with me

Baby, There goes somebody’s miracle
Walking down the street
There goes some other fairy tale
I wish it could happen to me
But I look at myself
Wondering if i’m just too weak
To have such faith in myself
You know I’m prayin for it
You know I’m prayin for it
You know I’m prayin for it

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Hindsight in the Morning

In the wee hours of the morning, I got a text message from one of my ex.

It was full of his hopes:

He hoped I did not hate him.

He hoped we could one day be friends

I was polite and I was nice.

I relieved him of his guilt.

I assured him”It was all good”

I did what ‘cool’ chicks do.

And what I did was wrong.

 

Too many texts from too many exes.

They have regrets and  bags of “I’m sorry”

But an apology in hindsight, doesn’t make it alright.

Doing what he should have done, when he was ACTUALLY my man

Would have been better than

A late night text message full of his hopes:

He hopes I do not hate him.

He hopes we can one day be friends.

I miss what I never had

I saw this somewhere and loved it so much I thought I would share…

#MyWednesdayConfession: I miss kisses on the forehead. Arms that are strong enough to bear the weight of the world (or at least that’s how strong they feel to me). A dent in the pillow next to me. Romance, and butterflies and breathless anticipation. I miss being kissed until I forget my argument. I miss hearing, “I’ll help you.” “I got you.” and my personal favorite, “Don’t worry about it; I’ll take care of it.” I miss feeding someone. And hugging someone. And being teased about how anal I am about clutter and how I probably have a touch of OCD, lol. 

The irony of all of this- my ex wasn’t these things. He wasn’t romantic, or very affectionate- or helpful. He certainly never shouldered any weight for me. But I miss those things. I miss everything they tell you real love is going to be. I miss what I thought we would be.

Lesson of the Day- they say you can’t miss what you never had… “they” are wrong… sometimes you can.

by: Shameka Erby

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