Handle with Care

 Handle with Care 

Both of us have been left with hearts that should carry a label “fragile, handle with care”. 

Surviving so much in the time we’ve been alive to leave them in serious disrepair. 

Tragedies and loss taking their toll, as well as people who are cruel beyond words, have left us in despair. 

Truth be told, we both have lived lives that have been more than unfair. 

 

Then we were brought together and given the opportunity to have someone who will take our heart in their hands gently and handle it with care. 

Our lives taking us on this rough journey, leading us to a love that may just be enough to start to repair. 

Souls connected from another lifetime or more, brought together to bring us a light, a future together with less despair. 

Each of us given a chance to even the playing field, giving life a one two punch and make it a little more fair! 

 

Life gave us many lessons to teach us how to take one another's heart, and handle with care! 

 

-Angela Stull

I Want to be Your Journal

  I Want to be Your Journal 

I want to be your journal, the one to listen when you need to get things off your chest or to get something out that’s been floating around your brain. 

I want to hear about your day, even when it’s got you upset or frustrated. 

I want to have you tell me about the kids you’re mentoring and anything else in your life that helps keep you sane. 

I want to be your friend, your person; I want to know you completely, allowing me to be more empathetic to your needs; when we first met, it was an empathy vibe I radiated. 

 

I want to be your journal; someone you can tell anything to; it’s how I build patience and understanding. 

Even when you’re angry, please know you can always talk to me, I can just listen, I don’t have to speak. 

Holding things in, big or small, can take a toll; I’m always here willing to lend an ear because I know your life is extremely demanding. 

When we first met, you felt compelled to tell me everything, don’t worry, lots of people do; it’s the empath in me, in that you are not unique! 

 

I want to be your journal, I miss hearing about your life, past and present; the good and the bad. 

You fascinated me from day one, and hearing about how you became you just added to it. 

I loved listening to you talk about music and fond memories of your past; even those that made you nostalgic and sad. 

I didn’t get a chance to know you sooner, but I want to know you now; I want to be a part of your life even as an outside entity; if I am learning more of who you are, I don’t give a shit! 

 

I want to be your journal, please let me in; tell me more about you like you used to. 

I’m not going anywhere; I am here, and I always will be because I promised. 

So, finish stories you started, and tell me more; share the things that make you happy, sad, angry; I want to know all of you. 

I want to be your friend, not just your lover; and your stories along with the little details of your daily life are really missed! 

 

-Angela Stull

Tattooed on My Heart

Tattooed on My Heart 

 

My path has been heading toward you all along, I just know I was meant to love you. 

Every step, every choice I made; brought me closer to you, it’s like you were tattooed on my heart. 

My life has taken some crazy and extreme turns; many making no sense, like me ending up here in New York; but now they do. 

It all became clear back in January when I was drawn to you in the parking lot the first night we met; the chemistry between us, obvious from the start! 

 

It’s as if I was born with a wolf tattoo with your name tattooed on my heart; my alpha mate. 

Making every path and turn I made throughout life, lead me 3000 miles from home to build a life here. 

A life that would eventually cause me to cross paths with you, when we set up that first coffee date. 

That night I met the man that was tattooed on my heart, the man I will forever love and that’s been made clear! 

 

-Angela Stull

Howl at the Moon

 Howl at the Moon 

 

Come howl at the moon with me baby, who cares if people think we’re crazy. 

You know you want to, you know it would feel good; who knows, maybe it will bring us some good luck. 

Besides, it will be fun, maybe make some question our sanity, but who are they to say; when the borders of reality become hazy. 

So come howl at the moon with me my love, and then we can do what we do best; fuck! 

 

Come howl at the moon with me, let our inner beasts have some fun. 

Our wolves will love it, their spirits still very much alive and a part of you and me. 

We can dance in the moonlight together and howl like the wolves our souls once belonged to; what do you say hun? 

Come howl at the moon with me, let ourselves go, who knows what might happen; we’ll just have to see! 

 

-Angela Stull