It Starts Inside.

She sat down on her windowsill and looked up at the night sky. The stars shined. The moon was full and bright. She asked the planets to align, to show her a sign. She begged for guidance. Patience. Some kind …

A Day at the Park

A day at the park

And we talked for 8 hours straight

A day at the park and I couldn’t take the smile off my face

A day spent by his side

And I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much

A day looking into his eyes and couldn’t help but see a spark

A day in his company

And I felt happy, for the first time in a long time

A day at his side

And I never felt more alive

It was just a day in the park

But I can’t get it out of my head

It was just a few hours with a friend

But I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it might be the beginning of something.

But I must have been wrong because after our day in the park, I never heard from him much.

So much for thinking, it may have been love.

-Erika Fuego

I am Enough.

Can you love me?

Can you make me feel beautiful?

Can you hold me?

Can you cuddle with me?

Can you make me feel worthy, special, wanted and loved?

I want to fall in love.

I want to love & be loved.

blah, blah, blah…

Screw that.

If you could see into me

If there was a window into me,

you would see the tracks of my tears,

the tears in my soul,

the cracks in my heart.

I am… Love.

I am the longing in the distance between us.

I am the hands, which wipe away your tears.

I am the trust in our friendship.

I am the butterflies in your stomach on a first date.

I am the puckering of the first kiss, on your door step at the end of the night.

Not Another Love Game

I don’t want to play a game.

I don’t want to play hard to get.

I don’t want to wait to respond to your message

Or not answer when you call the first time.

Betrayed by a guy with no last name.

 Looking at it now I don’t even know your last name.

I have no idea where you live, or the name of the company you told me you worked for.

I really know nothing about you but the exchange of small talk, smiles, chuckles and the way your lips felt against mine.

Make Love

 I want to sink into you & make your body my home.

You fit perfectly inside me, as if it were where you belong.

Hopeless Romantic

They say a realist is a frustrated romantic. Maybe, that’s true.

I am a romantic; A hopeless one.