Name: Tremaine L. Loadholt
Location: Gawgia
Age: 23
Website/audios/pics: http://sadlymstaken.diaryland.com
Personal Info: (ethnicity, writing style, favorite things,
Who or what inspired you to write, etc): ahem.. Black (I'd mention what others make up my blend, but what would that matter?).. writing style: hmm, I usually write what's on my heart now, moreso than what's on my mind; I'm more of a storyteller with my words, or.. I usually write from other's perspectives with a hint of me in the piece somewhere.....What inspires me to write? Anything that makes me think moreso than I'd care to is inspiration enough for me.

Enough

I tried to love you
like the sun waiting
to be shown on
sunday mornings... wanted
to bless you everyday
with phrases such as: "I love you
baby, to the moon and back," "I love you
now more than ever," and "I'll love you
even when everyone else has given up
on you." But... you took my hand
and scribbled "negative" on your heart
to negate anything positive
I brought your way.
Shit... *pauses* I can
remember us ridin' around,
holding hands, whispering good sounds
into each other's ears... 'Member us
trying to be grown. 'Member wanting not
to be like our parents, and
alas... we are more like them
than we can see.
I love you still.
No more of us, cuz we're
2 different. No more of us
cuz there are other tendencies
easing up the small of my
back and they no longer
require you to soothe them.
No more of us "agreeing to
disagree."
I know when I've had enough,
and today is one of those
days.
*kisses your troubles away*
*walks out door*
We were nothing more
but high school sweethearts
trying to hold on to
high school sweetheart status.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt





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