Searching Spaces

I

am 

glad

you 

found 

happiness

in 

someone

else. 

While

you 

were 

searching 

for her....                                                                   I found it in myself. 

T-Shirt Cycles.

There is 

so many people that you have hope in, so many relationships you hope to be "the one". So you wear his T-Shirt to bed and tell him how much you love him in hopes that one day there is more than just that one T-Shirt of his in your drawer; there's many. You hope for children and that white picket fence somewhere in the suburbs that constantly haunts your mind. Then it all comes crashing down around you and the T-Shirt of his you used to wear to bed now has a new owner called your trash can. You are left sobbing heavy sobs of broken heartbreak. Its funny though, how often the love that you thought was love is replacable. You meet someone new and the next thing you know you are wearing his T-Shirt to bed and hoping for the same damn future that haunted you months ago. Love isnt replacable. You are soon to find this out because a T-Shirt for a night gown doesnt equal love. You are becoming the T-Shirt you sleep in, and all the ones resting in peace in your trash can. Often after the men leave you continplate of keeping just one. One T-Shirt, one T-shirt as the last glimmering light of hope to say that sometimes a T-Shirt is just a T-shirt and sleeping alone isn't always so bad. A T-Shirt for a night gown doesnt equal love, and quite often you are better off sleeping naked.