Puma Rod

“We Were Lonely My Valentine.

along a pavement of loneliness
you towards me
and I towards you
unknown celestial bodies eclipse at night

we pass and our gravity of loneliness
brings us together
so close to touch
but not close enough

your presence draws my heart
and I feel you can’t pull away
from gravity we stargaze
our loneliness orbits
and companionship to fill the black void

we touch and our solitude
evaporates into the stratosphere
and the night is secluded
I take you as a lover
and you take me as yours
we enter the expanding universe at its core

the night to linger in our arms
we feel humanity
as humans share
we need each other
as strangers share
we feel included and wanted
for one night only we are true lovers

one last kiss my valentine
celestial bodies continue on their extraterrestrial journeys
as I walk in the breaking dawn
along the pavement of loneliness
I know loneliness can be confined”
― R.M. Romarney

“I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.”
― Doug Cooper, Outside In

“If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.”
― Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe