@gunbuildr MORE THAN THREE WORDS “I don’t just want to love you, I want to make you feel loved in every little moment. Every time I say "I love you," I'm really trying to say so much more than those three little words: I'm trying to say you mean more to me than anyone else in the world.  You are the kind of man I used to think only existed in dreams. You’re strong yet gentle, sweet and humble, deeply kind in a way that feels rare these days. Being with you feels like discovering something meaningful every day, like finding pieces of happiness I didn’t even know were missing. The more I understand your heart, the more my love grows, steady and certain.  I want to be the one who listens when the world feels too loud, who reminds you that your dreams still matter, and who protects your heart like it holds everything precious to me. I want to be your peace when life feels heavy, your comfort when everything feels uncertain, and the person who reminds you that you are deeply valued.  I'm trying to let you know that I adore you, and that I cherish every moment we share. I'm trying to explain that I want you, that I need you, and that I get lost in wonderful thoughts every time I think about you.  It was always meant to be this way. You don’t try to be perfect, and that’s what makes you so special to me. Your quirks, your truth, your humanity— all of it is what makes you beautifully real. You have this quiet way of making me feel safer and more complete. I am endlessly thankful for you, for everything you are and everything you give, and I will never take that for granted.  My only wish is to spend every day showing you how much you mean to me— not just through beautiful words, but through the little things I do. Because if there’s one thing I promise, it’s that I’ll never let you question how deeply you matter to me.  Each time I whisper "I love you," I'm trying to remind you that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. Out of everything in this world, having you is something I will always cherish, because you are mine and I am yours.” ~~L.D.~~

Yup! The smile is the courtesy. The silence is the countdown.

Good morning to all my friends, except the woman who keeps sliding into my husbands DMs—I see you, I see every message. Back the fuck off. Stop being a desperate hoe and go find a man who isn’t married.

I can’t stand and I despise Twitter hoes! Stay the f*ck away from married men! That’s it! That’s all I got.

Good morning to my friends. And a massive fuck you to the shameless snakes sneaking around in the dark trying to take what isn't yours while pretending I'm blind. I see every fucking thing you're doing. 👀

“You scavenge through a glowing screen at 2 AM, dropping cheap bait into his DMs like your thirsty little comments could ever weigh more than 24 years of our blood, sweat, and tears. You hide behind a heavy filter— the only way you could ever trick him into looking your way, since the real thing isn't worth a second glance. You conveniently forget there’s a real house, a real ring on the nightstand, and a real wife sleeping right next to the phone you’re blowing up. Did you think I was stupid? Some soft, quiet creature who’d wring her hands while a glorified vulture picks at what I built? He isn’t a trophy for desperate whores who can’t land a man of their own. Every pathetic message you send is filth tracked across my rug, and I’m done playing janitor to parasites who can only steal. You don’t have an ounce of dignity or self-respect, and you clearly don't respect anyone else— because no real woman with a shred of pride would ever be groveling in a married man's DMs. So find somewhere else to go. Build your own damn life. Because if you keep trying to break into mine, you’re going to realize very fucking quickly that I don't just watch from the sidelines— I clear the fucking field.” ~~L.D.~~ #poetry #poetrycommunity #spilledink

“You construct your delicate fantasies behind a glass screen, finger-tapping polished lies into his inbox at midnight, as if his life began the day you clicked 'follow.' You pretend there is no room beyond the glow of your phone. No house built with years of sweat. No ring sitting on the nightstand. No woman sleeping two feet away from the phone you’re lighting up. Do you think a marriage is just a string of words you can unspool with a flirty caption? Do you imagine I am blind, or passive, or soft? That I will sit back and watch bottom-feeders chisel away at what is mine? He is not a prize in a contest you get to enter. He is a man who made a vow, and every single message you send, every desperate, shameless grab for his attention, is a stain you leave on my floor— and I am done cleaning up after parasite women who have nothing of their own to build. Back off. Find your own life. Because if you keep digging into mine, you will learn very quickly what happens when the wife stops watching and starts responding.” ~~L.D.~~

Absolutely! 💯

There is no more beach at Wildwood, only water up to the boardwalk, crazy to see New Jersey

“The closure you are looking for rarely comes from the person who broke your trust. True closure happens when you decide you no longer need them to admit they were wrong in order for you to move forward.” ~✍🏻 L.D.~ #poetry #Healing #WritingCommmunity

You deserve peace, respect, and someone who protects your heart, even when you aren't looking. #quotes #WritingCommmunity #AFLGF

Anxiety is the mind racing ahead of the moment. Gently bring it back home to this breath, this step, this now.

The Nor Easter isn't even here yet and high tide is getting nuts in Wildwood NJ