I still love you through you wanting, not just a fight, but a war.

I still love you even though I say, that I don’t love you anymore.

I still love you through the coldest words that slip out upon your breath.

I still love you even though you selfishly take when nothing’s left.

I still love you through everything you say that’s undoubtedly a lie.

I still love you even though I want to hate you so bad I cry.

I still love you through the times you call me a “******* ****”, a “*****”, a “*****”.

I still love you even though I say, that I don’t love you anymore.

I still love you through your mind games and manipulating ways.

I still love you even though to me, “I hate you!” Is what you say.

I still love you through your uncontrollable anger and selfish pride.

I still love you even though I completely hate your other side.

I still love you through not knowing what the hell I love you for.

I still love you even though I say, that I don’t love you anymore.

Sometimes I go long periods of time without thinking about you at all…

And because you’re almost gone… Maybe that means I don’t hate you anymore.

And then sometimes I think of you, and that night, and that hotel room…

And I hate you.

“You know, I often picture you in empty seats that I sit beside…”

The journey begins… Funny how that sounds so cliche, but I took my son to the Journey concert last week, so I’m going to believe it is fitting. Don’t stop believing!

I’m here for a lot of reasons. I’ve always wanted to publish my poetry, yet for the last 15 years, I’ve failed myself at pursuing that dream.

I’ve also had a headache for the past 3 days, and the insanity this kind of torture produces, has caused me to think this is a good idea. I hope it’s right, insanity that is, I definitely hope the headache goes away.

Stay tuned. I can’t wait to share my deepest fears, thoughts, hopes, heartbreak, dreams and cherished moments with you, in no particular order, and not always glamorously. Enjoy.

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton