Tales Of Miss Scarlett

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Midnight Silhouette

The outline of your profile

The heat from your skin on my shoulder

My fingertips grazing your thighs

My feet tracing the bones of your toes

That is how I shall remember you

Your midnight silhouette

Your cologne

My sweet lullaby

The Soulmate Quote

Soul mate.

Two little words, one big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart and your dream house. All you have to do is find them. So, where is this person? And if you love someone and it didn’t work out, does that mean they weren’t your soul mate? Were they just a runner-up contestant in this game show called “Happily Ever After”? And, as you move from age box to age box and the contestants get fewer and fewer, are your chances of finding your soul mate less and less?

Soul mates: reality or torture device?

sex and the city 

Let’s Play Pretend…

I used to think that the hardest thing a person had to do was pretend that they were  in love.

Then came the day I was told to pretend that I wasn’t.

by justmike

Fresh Start and Assurances

but then he said

Yes! I have a past. I’ve been in love, I’ve had fuck buddies, girlfriends and “I probably shouldn’t have done that” moments. I come with baggage. There is nothing I can do to change that. In fact, I’d be lying if I told you I regret it. But I can tell you this; I’m in love with you. I want you.  And even though I have history with these females, I’m committed to building a future with you. Let’s move forward together.

….and it made it all better.

The Unbalanced Epilogue

“NO!”

“Don’t come any closer. Please!”

“It took me forever to get OK and just seeing you now…

if you give me one of your hugs, i’ll never get over it so SERIOUSLY!

Don’t come any closer.”

“Stop!”

“What are you looking at?”

“You’ve already seen everything.

You don’t seem to get that I already showed you the best of me.

I was the best version of my self with you.

I was funnier, I was smarter,I swear I was even more beautiful with you,

shiiit! I was even better at sex with you.

I was more vulnerable. 

And still my best was not enough for you to love so…”

“What are you looking at.”

“What do I want?”

“Atlanta is a small city so lets do each other a favor.

If you ever see me, just look, nod and maybe smile at me from your life. And i’ll do the same from mine

But please….”

“Don’t come any closer. Please?”

“It took me forever to get OK and just seeing you…”

Just give me till then to give up this fight

I Can’t Make You Love Me

Turn down the lights, turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head 
Lay down with me, tell me no lies
Just hold me close, don’t patronize – don’t patronize me

Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t 
Here in the dark, in these final hours
I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t

I’ll close my eyes, then I won’t see 
The love you don’t feel when you’re holding me 
Morning will come and I’ll do what’s right
Just give me till then to give up this fight
And I will give up this fight

Cause I can’t make you love me if you don’t
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t
Here in the dark, in these lonely hours 
I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love me, if you don’t

by  Michael Reid and Allen Shamblin

Love & Vulnerability

As the girl who has been accused on a few occasions of not being vulnerable,

I know this is a lot easier said that done!

But we still have to try right?

Right?

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

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.

Someone’s Destinee

He sat at the table next to mine

At an old mom and pop diner on highway 20

somewhere near the Mississippi and Louisiana state line.

With a silver beard and knowing eyes, his lips parted, eyes crinkled, cheek bones raised revealing a veneer smile, he nodded a ‘Good day’ and I smiled back.

“Where you headed?” His eyes fixed on the Georgia tag on the only other car sitting outside in the dusty parking lot. I fumbled and mumbled a heavy-hearted “California.”

“Destinee!” he proclaimed as he sighed and sat back in his chair “Destinee Franklin, the only girl that had the power to give me a heavy heart.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a withered old photo. A young girl, with deep mahogany skin and bright eyes stood  grinning in a blue shift style dress.

She looked beautiful. She looked happy. She was loved.

They were married for 47years before the “good Lord called her home”

They met when he was 22 and she was 19, back in the day when “people knew how to love.”

She stole his heart during the mashed potato dance and ran off with it to Chicago in hopes of becoming a singer.

He loved her but gave her space, making regular journeys like the one I was on, to show that special person the love and support that is needed but send a reminder of what is waiting at home.

He became a better man for her. Learning how to be kind and sensitive, caring for her through her insecurities and being strong enough to guide her when she returned home. She was strong headed but he loved her for it. She was easily complacent but he found ways to overcome it. He loved her and in time they learnt to carry each other.

As I listened tears filled my eyes as I whispered “I want to be someone’s Destinee.”

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