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”
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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.
lost in a heatwave
It’s crazy how you can go from not knowing someone at all, barely noticing them in that way, another face in the crowd, to lusting over them 24/7. Okay. Maybe that’s an exaggeration. But not really. At least it doesn’t feel like it. When I first met Theo, sure he was nice and I wasContinue reading “lost in a heatwave”
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”
little things
I love the little waysto fall in love a personplatonic love, romantic love,fantasy love,like the little drawings they doodle in idlenessor the way they twirl their hair when they’re nervousany little thingthe minute detailsyou slowly get to knowthe things that stick out mosteven after the passage of timeconcrete intricaciesquick moments of human delight.
Spinning Out
Spinning Outthey call ityou’re losing controlthey call ityou’re making no sensethey call itwe don’t want to deal with itthey call ityour feelings are too muchthey call ityou’re making it upthey call itit’s not real they call ityou’re faking itthey call ityou want people to feel bad for you they call it. We’re so sorrythey callContinue reading “Spinning Out”
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 