Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.

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A True Friend



I adore that we can be so different, polar opposites in our political and religious beliefs, the things that create division, destroy families and societies, yet we somehow rise above it in the mutual acceptance of never changing another’s truth, out of love.

I adore that we can see beyond the mind into the heart.

I adore that the only thing that matters is that we share the same view of what it means to truly love.

I adore those rare souls who seek out ours and see beautiful things in us and we become more beautiful in the warmth of a thousand suns from their hearts offering the most inspiring kind of love.

A perfect form of love becomes possible only in the bonds of friendship.

A true friend chooses you because of who you are.

A true friend doesn’t judge you when you fall, they simply love you.

A true friend gives you gentle honesty when you need to hear the truth and they respect you, they never try to fix you into who they think you need to be.


And ever so often, a true friend can become so much more…




just like her





She bleeds inside,

just like her


She cries alone

rivers of tears,

mourning lost years


She is afraid to love again,

at being misunderstood,


just like her


She feels the fear of being rejected

for the wall of flaws built around her heart,


just like her


She has been battered,

abused and betrayed

ridiculed for feeling pain


She has survived darkest hell

and somehow lived to tell,


just like her


She never had to pretend

to be tough as nails

It was already in her dna


She never had to hide

behind rough exteriors

She was a warrior inside

and though

she was made a leafless tree

her naked branches broken & dead

she found the courage to bloom, to hope

to love again, to live

to trust with every beat of her heart


just like her


If only she’d been given a chance

to know your open heart

If only she would have gotten

back what she gave you

your true friendship

your acceptance

your desire

your forgiveness of flaws

your unselfish love…


just like her


©justagirllost2  ~Monique


She was never a friend



My soul executioner

She sucked the marrow from my bones

She turned me living to dead


She was simply a vampire

who got off on the sweet blood I bled

She was never a friend


She is merely a phantom of what love truly is

She’s just a ghost eating fucked up feelings,

that she vomits out and calls zen


I suppose that’s what some call poetry

I don’t now, but I did then


She was always a writer I admired

She was nothing true in the end

She was never a friend


©justagirllost2 ~Monique

*image: Waiting For Cinderella by Rickbwi on deviantart.com


Sometimes things are black & white



Those who love you can’t always right the wrongs or stop the tears that fall,

but they’ll always love you thru it & see the real you

You have to love yourself too

Things are black and white
when you have the emotional capacity to accept the Truth

& the truth of others isn’t up to you to fix or undo

When you’re wrong admit it, apologize,

seek to make amends with sincere attrition

accept their decision

if they reject you, let them be, move on,

set yourself free
Moving on means not repeating wrongs
taking the high road &
not worrying about

being misunderstood

by those who are fools


I’m far from perfect
Closer to incorrigible
I’m never shades of grey
I’m black and white
Not a hypocrite

I’ll always stab you
in the front, never
the back

I don’t hide behind
sweet, innocent smiles getting others
to do my dirty work
I’ll dirty my own damn hands

& give you hell if you deserve it

I’ve been betrayed, lied to, fucked over royally
I know what it feels like to be hurt over, over and over

I know what it’s like to love unconditionally,

to give yourself completely and still have it never be enough.

You will get hurt, people are mean,

they made you cry…they’ll make you cry



You’re free & alive

so Suck it up and call it LIFE
STOP Bitching about it
Whining about it
over and over and over,
that’s for the cowardly & cruel

These things I have to keep telling myself

over & over and I do tell myself over & over

I have to tell myself again or I’ll drown

in my own negativity and hurt those around me

My mantra:

Count your blessings
Move forward

Live in the present in Joy

and Hope for the Future

I am not perfect, no one is,

but I’m worthy of love

just like you


Yea, it’s black and white, cause
you’re nothing but wrong

and I’m nothing but right,




*photo mine

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I missed us

My love and friendship didn’t fade

I left you resting with your pain

No screaming words or recriminations

I let you grieve, yet

I never had a chance to explain my whys or say

I’m so sorry for my mistakes

You jumped to conclusions

You locked me away

(I’d apologized to the snake, but I guess he felt the need to spread venom & kill our friendship)

It was the vilest betrayal, hollow and cruel



I truly miss the us,

the true sisterhood,


and love


so callously tossed away


I wish we’d stayed


©justagirllost2 ~ Monique


It’s a strange thing



It’s a strange thing

the times I feel the most overwhelmed

drowned in unknown emotions and chaos

are the times I shut down, inside

I lose my words in frozen thoughts

locked away in a numb place

my fortress of solitude

where I go to lick my wounds

where I hide

buried under ice fields of pain

until I’m ready again

drained of my sorrow

to face the insanity of hate

in the light of day

and let the words

melt the hurt away



*photo mine