http://slow.writerscafe.org/dallasalivia The original writings of author Darling Dallas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776235018 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes I truly wonder if you know just how lucky you are to HAVE HIM. To be able to hug him,To be able to hold him, To be able to kiss him, To be able to call him YOURS. He isn't even mine and I know how lucky I am.To be able to talk to him,To be able to laugh with him,To be able to smile with hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1361010/ I pray for the day that you will hold me.That your strong yet, delicate arms surround me maing me warm.Even if they aren't mine to be held in. As I count the days that I will wait,I spend my time admiring your beauty.Even if it isn't mine to admire. My happiness thrives on your presence ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1342157/ I've been trying. Trying to be the kind of person she is. Trying to be the kind of person I know he wants. Trying to be the kind of person I thought he would love. I saw her. I met her. I realized that I can never and will never be her. I realized that I don't want to be her. I realiz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1341533/ He sat there studying her, watching her every move.  He watched her do all the simple things the drove him completely insane.  The littlest things she did made him crazy, but she was to oblivious to notice it.  She never noticed. Sometimes he wondered why she was the only one who coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1319383/ Sitting here for six long months..Waiting for a chance to say something.  I lost that chance. Now I sit here listening to him talk.. Listening to him talk about how much he loves her..Listening to him talk about the time they spend together..Listening to him talk about how he believes she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1319380/ Everybody has their own way of recovery or their own way dealing with pain. Some people cry,Some people eat themselves to death,Some people write,Some people sing,Some people dance. There is an endless list of ways... But,I prefer a more unique recovery.A risky recovery.A painful revo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1318871/ Sometimes people just aren't worth it anymore. Sometimes people just don't care anymore.Sometimes people just don't deserve your time anymore. Sometimes people just don't deserve you anymore.  Sometimes I just need to learn that they are worth it anymore. 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Violets are blue.Nobody could hurt me as much as you do.Roses are red. Violets are blue.Nobody could hate as much as I wanted to hate you.R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1196905/ Did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?Like branches on a tree?Or twigs caught on a vine?Like all those days, weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss.And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this.I'm just the underdog who finally got the boy...Truly, Madly, Deeply, I am.Fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1196759/ He left me there...Waiting..Wondering....Crying...Waiting for an answer...Wondering why.....Crying because of the hurt....Sadly...I won't get an answer..I won't stop wondering...I might stop crying....What kind of answer could he give me?What will make me stop wondering?What will stop the hurt?Only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1195002/ Maybe things aren't so bad....Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel...Maybe there will be a rainbow after the rain....He crushed me....It hurt....a lot......He took almost everything I had and threw it away...like it was nothing...like it was trash...I healed...slowly, but surely...after m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1192927/ Is it normal? To feel like you are always alone?To feel like the whole world is against you?To feel like nobody can help? Is it normal? To be used to the pain?To be used to the hate?To expect nothing from anyone? Is it normal? To feel like there i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1186726/ The tearful eyesand sorrow filled cries,never meant a thing. All the liesand depressing goodbyes,were a result of an amazing time. I never told.He never knew,the words that could have changed everything. How I truely felt.hidden under the belt,the guar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1186724/ He watched and waited for his prey.The one that would be the target of his attack.The sweet words.The kind smiles.Were all the things he needed to reel her in. As soon as she was close enough to him, at her weakest point, he catches her.He catches her when she is f  a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1185773/ "I love you""I love you"That's what my heart would say. "I hate him""I hate him"That's what my mind would say. "He loves you""He loves you"Thats's what my heart would say. "He doesn't.""He doesn't"That's what my mind would say. "Trust him""Trust hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1184198/ How can I talk to him?"You can't" How can I meet him?"You can't" How can I tust him?"You can't" How can I tell him 'no'?"You can't" How can I stop him?"You can't" How can I tell him?"You can't" How can I love him?"You can't".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1183642/ One ChanceTwo Chance Three Chance Four...... The lies he told should close the door. He lied.She believed.He laughed.she cried.  One ChanceTwo ChanceThree Chance Four......  The lies he told were closing the door. He was conn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dallasalivia/1183116/