Month: November 2017

870 [04 September 2016]

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I want something real,
something tangible, something flawed.
I want mornings where the sun rises too soon,
curled in your warm embrace.
I want evenings touched with passion.
I want arguments and annoyances,
I want moments where nothing seems to exist except the two of us.
I want quiet solace, comfort.
A person who stands in my corner,
even if I might be wrong.
I want imperfection, I want friendship.
I want companionship.
I want a partner at my back,
and a bond, perhaps cracked in a few spots,
but whole and solid nonetheless.
This is what I want.
This may be something I never find.

I don’t want perfection.
I don’t want the traditional.
I don’t want the white dress,
the big wedding.
I don’t want the white picket fence with 2.5 children.
I don’t want mediocre.
I don’t want to wake up one day,
and realize I’ve made a mistake.
I don’t want to pretend to be someone else, and I don’t want them to pretend
to be anyone but who they were born to be. That is what I don’t want.
This may be something I will never find.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

869 A Life (Unlived?) [28 July 2016]

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Oh destiny,
I was waiting so quiet and
with so much patience
that you must have walked right by me.
For I have been sitting on this bench
the entirety of my existence.
Silent and polite,
desperate and longing,
counting the days as they too
walk on by.
Perhaps you didn’t recognize me,
or I looked too much like someone
you had assisted earlier,
but I will wait here still.
one day you’ll turn around
one day you’ll extend your fingers in invitation.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

867 Adrift [26 November 2014]

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I feel cast adrift,
a ship in a storm.
No lighthouse to guide my way,
no shore to crash upon,
no harbor to keep me safe.
I have no beginning, no end.
Here, on the surface of the deep,
there is no horizon.
I will man my sails,
I will tend my lines,
hopeful the storm will recede
even as fears churns in my belly,
mimicking the waves that threaten
to splinter my vessel
in the fangs of their fluid jaws.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

866 Where You Fit Best [27 December 2013]

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The most beautiful moment I can imagine
moving across the skin of my dreams
is having you where you fit best.
My knees grasping your hips,
holding you tight against my flesh
connecting with you in the most intimate.
The communication of your touch to mine,
the slick heartbeat pressing you closer
as we create a peak to climb.
Breaths mingling,
tongues desperate to taste, entwined.
The most beautiful moment that will never be
shivering down the breadth of my back.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

862 Breathe [13 September 2012]

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Breathing is easy,
learning is a testament
of strong will and determination.
You should be here.
Moments exist in my life where I turn
expecting you to be sitting there,
standing there, smiling there,
but you’re not.
And breathing becomes difficult,
the most challenging moment I live through.
Moments occur at times where I lay down,
arms reaching for you, grasping
for some solid warmth to bring me to sanity,
but you probably don’t even know my name.
And breathing becomes a chore,
laziness stopping the oxygen as I try to cope.
Moments happen where I laugh at something,
turning to share it with you, giggle, chuckle,
but your smile is not something I know.
And breathing becomes hollow,
attempting to fill a void not once less empty.
You should be here.
I should know you by now.
But I must breathe on.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017