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Maybe you’re not meant for me Ungracefully, I haven’t been able to let you go I’ve stomped, screamed, fell, buried my face into a pillow and cried

  J. Saunders

Fuming with acid felt tears

Enraged by the way I’ve been mistreated

You want a fight?

You want a battle?

I’ll bring you the war from within my heart and show you the damages of what loving you has been like

J. Saunders

I dreamed of you last night It was horrifying to me I woke up confused and in tears You were gone, you disappeared The reflection of reality in my dreams is shattering My day has been emotional since

Even in absence and pain you are still my muse

J. Saunders

I miss you every single second of each day Still I give you space… hating our silence – however in fear that reaching out to you will only remind me that I have learned… I am your friend You’re not mine Beyond that… it tells me that I care about you, our distance and silence but you do not

The reality hurts more than the silence 

J. Saunders

Sometimes we get so caught up in things not meant for us, because that moment of temporary satisfaction is better than Netflix But when it’s over, when the moments of pain from left over memories no longer phases the heart, you’ll see, it was just the Devil’s muse, and you’ll be better off

J. Saunders

Let me be known as the woman, who never settled. The woman who became all the things she aspired to be and do the things she’s always dreamed.

Let me be known as the woman, who stopped caring about the people who didn’t know her, who whispered or betrayed her. She let go and moved on.

Let me be known as the woman, who stopped apologizing for living, for being and for breathing. She maintains, the…

I’m still healing. Time is the ruler of healing.

Sometimes, time goes by slow, do not rush a wounded heart, a damaged soul, into healing.

Time is based on no one’s measurement but our own internal understanding and a life we had once lived.

You and I are not the same. We will not heal the same.

Please, do not rush me, I am healing the best way I know how to.

J. Saunders

I’m not suggesting I will not love you 20 years from now You didn’t ask me to wait I let go when you told me to move on

Now you keep coming back every time another man holds my hand but you never held mine Your fingers just knew my weak spots to remind my lips of your name

J. Saunders

A Woman’s Ramble available June 1st as a personal PDF, author signed Official release date June 10th