http://slow.writerscafe.org/Benitttaaa The original writings of author Benita Paloja en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978399 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am exauhsted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1964765/ We were a real life tale...Not the kind with horses, fairies, and witches. More like the kind with you getting drunk and kissing me, and me tasting cigarets on your tongue..Your arms made me feel safe and my touch made you feel invincible. Our attraction, addiction, or passion...Whatever it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1930126/ My heart grew heavy as your feelings grew lighter. My nights became longer as your texts became shorter."But you promised.." replaced every "I'll be there"And "What's wrong?" replaced every "I miss you"Bottle after bottle, my emotions grew number.So I kept drinking. I should have known h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1877712/ I watched you starve just so you could feed me.I watched you pretend like everything was okay while dad was breaking your heart.I watched your hair turn grey while you lectured me about school and I never listened.I watched you pray for your little girl's love while your little girl prayed to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1839467/ I take my sleeping pills with coffee,Just like I need you but I hate you.I tell you I hate you but still pray that you love me.Im sick of your lies but I crave all the words that come out of your mouth.I'm a contradiction.But you are no better than me.You tell me to leave but you follow me out.Then .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1830548/ What is this s**t we are calling love? Love isn’t supposed to hurt.. yet here I stand before you, miserable. While I stare at my bare ceiling and reflect upon every happy moment we shared, I seem to feel emptier with every memory of your sweet smile along with every thought of your tender yet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1796364/  I was once so sure I couldn’t live without you. The thought of it alone gave me chills and a cold empty feeling. But now, nothing scares me more than the thought of being with you again. You were the reason I felt empty. -Benita Paloja http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1796361/ When will my heart stop mentioning you?When will I stop calling this poison love and start accepting that I don’t know what love is. All I know is that love isn’t supposed to hurt,and every time I look in your eyes, I only feel pain,every time I’m with you the night already fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1796357/ Daddy I should have listened.You were right all along…That boy with bold eyes left me with a broken heart. My heart was so pure and my love for him was true.When he told me that he loved me I thought that I did too. I was so blind and so afraid I’d lose him,and every single ni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1796347/ The real opposite of love and hate, is feeling nothing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1796337/ Kam pa boten ne sy te tu dhe nga ai moment, smund ta shoh askend ne sy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1796283/ I’m handcuffed by my past the same way I’m imprisoned by my thoughts.I'm yelling at someone who only deserves my silence.I’m trying to numb the feeling of sadness while convincing myself it’s love. And I put up with it all because for some reason I just wanted to be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1795807/ Tonight, You’re choosing to drink until you’re numb.You’re choosing to forget I exist.You’re choosing her over me.You’re turning your phone off so you can tell me it died.You’re going from one bar to another.You’re searching for happiness in the world, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1784764/ While staring into his hallow eyes deeply,I’m listening to the words he doesnt say. I can feel the fire in his heart,but I also feel the ice through his touch.It seems like the more we talk, the less we communicate.The more I reveal my soul to him, the more he keeps me a secret. I&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1784762/ I wake up and stare at his beautiful face sleeping next to me. I know he’s not the one, but at this moment I wish he was. It pains me to know your soul is the mate of another soul that isn’t mines. It frustrates me to think these hands that are holding mine are not meant t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1769519/ Pas teje, gjdo gje u be akull. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1690313/ Do kalon dite, muaj, dhe kilometra. Dhe asnje tjeter sdo te don si un si te deshta. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1690310/ You could have been the one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1689385/ Tell me you hate meTell me you don't want me.Whatever you do, please never fall for me.I don’t love people,I only damage them.So don’t let me be the girl you ever letin. My soul is shallow and heart is black,My mind rac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1570742/ Seconds felt like hours and minutes felt like yearsI told the voice in my head to shut up, she was giving me a headache. Pain has found such comfort in my company,I need to let loose, I need to break free.If walls could talk, mine would stay silent,Cause my walls have seen Hell,and watched as t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1570741/ When it comes to your happiness, be selfish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1570727/ I.Dear Dad,Tell me another story, I’m not tired yet.Dear Dad,I made you a card, #1 Dad.Dear Dad,When I grow up, I want to be just like you!Dear Dad,Are we there yet? I can’t believe it’s my first day of High School.Dear Dad, Am I pretty enough? Why don’t boys like me&hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1506569/ She texted you stories about her day, hoping you would take a second " not to read her stories, but to see that she cared enough to send them to you.She swallowed her pride on so many occasions because losing you was her biggest fear.Every night she prayed for you to think about her, even if it was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1465697/ Love was blind.. So why were my thoughts becoming clearer with every perception of you? Why was my vision improving with every sight of your impeccable brown eyes? I yearn for you. I crave the taste of your lips and the heat of your flesh touching mines. We were two bold sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1465694/ We spend our whole lives searching for love. We cry when the love is over. We fight to hold on, and then we fight to let go. We become terrified to open up to someone new because we have became so used to being disappointed. Do you ever feel like there’s something wrong with you? Do you a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1465693/ From the biggest city, even bigger dreamers. Every concept of this city inspires me. I’m inspired by the buildings, the lights, the busy streets, big crowds, and most of all the people. New York is filled with opportunity. If you can make it in New York, you can make it anywhere! Walking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1465691/ Our souls attracted one another like a strong magnet tugging our bodies through the New York streets and guiding us towards each other until we finally met eye to eye. As the rush of the city quieted down the moon harmoniously made its way towards the middle of the sky.The tall buildings towere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1465687/ She was blindfolded, dancing with the devil. The devil with smooth feet knew the exact rhythm playing in her brain.He took her hand and guided her to move in such ways she didn’t know she could.There was something so sexy about the way he tugged-and pulled on her waist yet she was unrestr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1465685/ I pour wine in my glass as I pour my heart out to you. I wipe the lipstick off of my teeth while you lie through yours.You hold on to your pride while you should be holding on to my hand.I feel my heart shatter instead of feeling butterflies in my stomach.I taste tears in my mouth instead of yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464898/ It will rain again, same as it always has. The birds will chirp, the sun will shine, and the seasons will come and go. I know you are aware of this, I just wanted you to know that, yes I will miss you, but life will go on without you. For the first time…. I’m not afraid of it anymore.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464896/ In life we have this thing called destiny. When we are destined to cross paths with someone. God put them in our stories to somehow change our lives. In life we also have this thing called missed opportunity and that is what you decide to do with the destiny that God sent you. Ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464892/ For some people, f**k you is their always. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464891/ God places people in your life for a reason. He also removes them for a reason. Trust that he knows who belong's in your life, better than you do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464888/ It's the 3 a.m thoughts that f**k with your head, but show you exactly where your heart is. -Benita Paloja http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464887/ Butterflies in my stomach flying in circles. I feel like I can taste their wings on my tongue. Why do I allow you to do this to me…  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464886/ I got something in my cup while I got you on my mind. I dont know if I’m ready but I’m hooked on your eyes.Aint trippin on you if you left me tonight,Just wanna be the one you come back to when she’s no longer in your sight…-Benita Paloja http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464878/ Don’t lose yourself while your waiting for someone else to find themselves.Don’t forget about what you want while waiting for someone to figure out what they want.Don’t hold on to it while the other person is letting it go.Don’t change yourself because someone has a different.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Benitttaaa/1464875/