Tag Archives: Romance

You’re my safe bet

We spoke for a while before meeting,

and I thought you were so much

fun.

We have a lot in common,

you’re witty,

and a total nerd.

But you’re not my type,

and I feel shallow saying it.

I’ve stuck it out

because I enjoy your company.

I’m the type to fall quickly.

I’m a hopeless romantic.

I’ll be honest,

I haven’t tried to feel

anything more than in the moment with you.

And while it’s always a great time,

there’s no passion.

I need a deep burning romance.

I need to feel nervous yet excited.

I need to feel something.

Yet I feel nothing with you,

at least nothing that resembles raw passion.

I will admit,

the physical aspect of our relationship is amazing,

but I need emotional passion

that I’m just not getting with you.

It’s not that you’re not giving it to me,

it’s that I can’t find it in myself to feel towards you.

You’re my safe bet.

I’ve realized that now.

I know I won’t be heartbroken with you,

but maybe I want to be,

or at least have the need

to be vulnerable and passionate with someone again

that gives the possibility of a heartbreak,

because then I know it’s real.

Should I nip this in the bud

before you get hurt?

You deserve to be loved fiercely,

and so do I,

but I’m just not your person,

and you’re just not mine.

You’re my save bet.

I knew this was too good to be true

I knew I was holding my subconscious emotions back.

No one goes from fiercely loving somebody to just… not.

I knew I was handling this heart break too well.

I wasn’t just surprising myself,

but my friends and family too.

I knew I was jumping back into casual dating too quickly,

to forget,

to move on.

I knew this was too good to be true.

With zero communication since it ended,

I’ve gone cold turkey.

Little reminders of you,

I tried hard to forget,

what you meant to me,

what you mean to me.

But love is everywhere.

You can’t ignore that.

At least, not forever.

I thought ignoring it

would make the pain less present.

I thought ignoring it

would make it easier to breathe.

I thought ignoring it

would make it easier to no longer love you.

I read today no communication is the only way to move on.

That until you know you’d feel okay

if you saw the one

you used to love

kissing someone else in the street,

no communication is the only way.

If I saw you

kissing someone else in the street,

I would hope I’d be okay.

But the thought of that right now,

has cracked my subconscious seal.

I’ve broken down.

I still love you.

I still want you in my life.

But I know you’re not my Mr. Right.

You were my Mr. Right Now.

You are my Mr. Wrong.

I deserve my Mr. Right,

but that won’t happen anytime soon

with me still loving you.

I knew this was too good to be true.

Jennifer Gioia (C) 2019

I Deserve You

This is my first poem about you.

This is my first real adult relationship after college.

This is my confession to you:

I love you.

I haven’t told you yet.

It’s only been four months,

but I know this feeling,

and I’m sure in this feeling.

It’s crazy to think about it.

What’s even more crazy is the fact I’ve waited until now to know what I deserve,

and to not take anything less.

I deserve you.

I deserve to be treated with respect.

I deserve to be romanced.

I deserve to be called beautiful every day.

I deserve to have all my inspirations encouraged.

I deserve to have all my aspirations supported.

I deserve to not intimidate you

with my confidence,

with my happiness,

with my grit and determination,

with my success;

as so many men in the past have been.

I deserve to smile when it rains.

I deserve to laugh when I cry.

I deserve to overthink

and have you pull me backwards.

I deserve to try new things.

I deserve to explore new places.

I deserve to have fun.

I deserve to live life to the fullest.

All with you.

I deserve to be loved.

And I want to be loved by you.

Copyright (C) Jennifer Gioia 2018.

My Final Goodbye

I haven’t written about love

… or loss…

in a couple of years.

Life can grow so busy and routine.

You forget to stop and appreciate the moment.

You forget to appreciate all you have.

You forget how to keep your love life one of worth and value.

And you fall into a rut.

Not everyone welcomes change with open arms.

Some look through the peephole when change comes knocking.

Some run upstairs and hide under the covers.

Some open the door halfway to see what change wants.

Some open the door all the way and invite change into their home.

When it came to graduating college,

I welcomed change into my home.

When it came to moving to a different state,

I welcomed change into my home.

But when it came to attempting a long distance relationship with the man I loved,

I thought I was welcoming change into my home…

But what I really was doing was looking through the peephole.

It took 10 months of long distance to realize I wore blinders.

It took 3 months to realize I had fallen out of love…

It took 1 month to realize I felt like I was single

and no longer in a relationship.

It took 4 months after that to realize I had been making excuses for you.

It took 1 month after that to realize I was grieving.

I had fallen out of love with you.

I wasn’t heartbroken,

but I was grieving.

You were supposed to be the one and only man for me.

You were supposed to support me.

You were supposed to love me.

Instead, you pushed me away,

and I don’t even think you realized it…

It took me 6 months after I broke up with you

to realize you had been slowly pushing me away

since 2015…

People ask me if I regret wasting so many years of my life on you,

so many months waiting for you to grow up.

5 and a half years with you.

They ask if you were holding me back.

I was working full-time,

attending graduate school part-time.

I would have my master’s degree in two years.

You didn’t even have an associate’s…

only unused credits.

8 months have gone by since I’ve broken up with you.

8 months of reflection.

8 months to realize maybe I held you back.

8 months to realize maybe we both held each other back.

When I ended things with you,

I had felt single for the longest time,

I had felt like I put my life on hold for you,

but now I felt free.

I jumped into overdrive.

I met men.

I bought my own car.

I moved into an apartment of my own.

I dated a few men for a short amount of time.

I found out how I deserve to be treated.

I found out what I want in a partner.

I found out what I need in a partner.

And I found out how to look for that.

But I am done.

I am done grieving.

I am done thinking over what could have been.

I am done thinking about all the wrong things that happened between us.

I no longer want to be held back by us,

by what we had.

I wish you the best,

I truly do.

I want you to figure your life out.

I want you to find love again.

I want you to be happy.

But this is my final goodbye.

Updates: New Story, Editing & Critiquing

It’s been a busy two weeks! I’ve begun editing and critiquing Wattpad writers’ work again.

I’ve also published another story (finally)!

When Dreaming Becomes Dangerous

Mira has two lives: A waking life and a dreaming life.

In the day, Mira writes speeches for Robert Trudy, the mayor of her big magical city, Eron. Her hard work is underappreciated and the city is starting to split right under the mayor’s nose.

But since the unexpected death of her mother, Mira has been having the same recurring dream each night: standing in a white lace gown, underneath a white wicker arch, surrounded by white snow, with a blonde man she has never met a day in her life.

Eventually, Mira starts to see small changes in her recurring dreams. And soon she is able to control her dreams, opening up her mind to a world she never knew existed.

But what happens when this blonde man disappears from Mira’s dreams and dreaming becomes dangerous?

 

Jennifer Gioia. Copyright © 2016. All Rights Reserved.

The prologue is already posted and I’m in the final edits of the fifth chapter. I will be posting new chapters every Sunday EST.

All the dream sequences will be written in first POV, simple present tense. The rest of the story will be written in third POV, past perfect tense.

Fun fact! This dream is actually a very detailed dream I once had years ago back in high school. Before my current boyfriend (who has blonde hair), I only ever dated guys with dark hair, so the blonde threw me off. Who knows if it was a premonition, but either way, it has always been sitting in the back of my mind, waiting to inspire me.

I really hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you all think! I am a huge fan of constructive criticism. I don’t have a current schedule on when the next chapter will be posted, so please bear with me. I assure you it will be worth the wait!

Click the following links if you’re interested in me editing or critiquing your work on Wattpad.

Appreciating all the love I’ve received so far!

I finally have the time to write fiction again!

Hi all!

So I know it’s been some time since I last published my creative writing on Wattpad. Honestly, I don’t know how half of the writers on Wattpad do it: being a full-time college student with a part-time job and still finding the time to write for fun! There’s also the argument that some majors are more time consuming than others. I will say the field of public relations, when running three full campaigns at once, is very time consuming.

Anyway, big news! I FINALLY have time to write for fun again now that I’m a college graduate. Yay! So after much debate on which story in my head to write, I give you: Sapphire.

Sapphire Cover

So for those who have read some of my previous works, you know I write for a mature audience. That being said, this will also be for a mature audience. However, more for violence and blood than anything else. Though I will say, there will probably be a few naughty scenes scattered about…

I’m writing this note to you all so the summary of Sapphire gets published for all your lovely eyes to see!

I’m way more experienced in only really writing in the romance and supernatural genres, so please bare with me as this is my first really action-y adventure (romantic, of course) drama.

I don’t have a set date on when the first chapter will be published, but please follow here or on Wattpad if you haven’t already, so you can receive an update the minute I post!

Thank you all in advance for you support.

Here’s the summary:

King Martin Bartel was a ruthless ruler. For over a decade, he declared war on surrounding countries to fulfill his greed. He was unfair to his people and disloyal to his Queen. Out of wedlock, came an infant born of sapphire eyes. To keep the King on the throne, he forced the mistress to give her away.

Eighteen years have passed and the girl with sapphire eyes has grown, raised by nuns, unaware of her lineage; all the while, watching the King and Queen fail time and time again to successfully have a male heir.

Eighteen years have passed and dangerous people of Hofstra are becoming aware that the King will never have a legitimate heir. It’s time for a new ruler, one that promises peace and prosperity. Soon, rumors spread of this man’s rightful place on the throne.

Soon, rumors spread that a girl with sapphire eyes could sabotage the whole revolution; that is, if she knows of her true birthright and if they don’t find her first.

Jennifer Gioia (c) 2016