He asks me if I love himI say not yet how could I?I barely know himhe hasn’t seen me. He thinks love is a tempestblowing in and bringing chaos in it’s wakedestroying what has been.I think love is a warm summer breezetickling my skinwarming my facewrapping me in sweet seduction. So who is righthow doContinue reading “conflicting storms”
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time doesn’t stop
It’s been a year and eight months, almostsomehow it feels like both an eternity and no time at allthe magical shapeshifting nature of time under grief.I still feel like I can text you or DM you or call youunder false pre-tenses, just to hear your voice, to know you’re still therebut you’re somewhere else andContinue reading “time doesn’t stop”
28 Reflections
I just spent the afternoon riding my bike around town, in the rain.Although I am covered in rain water, sweat and mud, I can’t help but feel cleansed.Maybe it’s because I’m on the heels of my 28th birthday, and I always feel extra emotional around this time, or maybe it’s because the last two yearsContinue reading “28 Reflections”
full moon in Aquarius
I keep writing about the same thingover and overAbout youalways about youI’m afraid to stopbecause it’s all I have left of you.
the start of summer
Isn’t that one of the best parts?Getting to know each other, feeling each other outunsure of the next move, yours or theirs.Isn’t it the sweetest?That first taste….first touchtension burning hotter than the summer sun. Isn’t this dance we do so fun?Dangerously so, a tightrope tangotwo bodies and minds playing with synchronicity.Isn’t the urge nearly irresistible?toContinue reading “the start of summer”
Lost Love
I’m afraid to fall in love againbecause it feels disloyal. Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I didas much as I know I did. But what else is there to do? I loved a boyin very many ways we grew up together. The difference is hisContinue reading “Lost Love”
scared of the dark
I’m scared of the dark Mostly Except when I’m feeling particularly apathetic Then I think Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad If some unknown entity swallowed me whole
The Weekend
Ah the weekendthis human conception of timethis monetization of freedomWe live all week for some reposeonly to spend half of it dreading the nextfor whatWhat life is this?
on existence
I keep writing of dreamsof loves lost found again only in slumberI poeticize the hell out ofunattainableunrecognizablesubconscious renderings. Except it’s not totallyunrecognizableI see shapes and sounds that are vaguely familiarthey resemble my waking lifein a painfully sharp wayleaving me longing for pasts unreachable. Waking up sobbingchest heavingbody tremblingsomehow louder in the calm darknessI curse myselfContinue reading “on existence”
into the void
I am tiredtired of giving more than I receiveand still feeling so alone.Constantly lost in my thoughts, drowning in despairno one to turn to.People always offer “but you can talk to me!”yet when I do, I can feel the discomfortor they give me some stock reply‘I’m sorry you feel that way!’ ‘That sucks!’Cold & clinical.MaybeContinue reading “into the void”
pretty words for wicked girls 