I never write about paradise. About the region between familiar hands and my own, about the person who makes the perilous journ...
Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Change. Show all posts
the opposite of lost
he won't say it, but I know he wants to. you can see it when we're kissing. or breathing. making the kind of eye contact only...
I see you
I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
when you slam the door.
you use the term best friends but the only best in this friendship is the anxiety that's getting the best of me. the rest of it...
spring
Remember when we built walls? Out of brick and wire and metal and glass. We built walls around our trees and our toys to keep the...
valentine's day 2.0
Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
it was supposed to be easier than this
I thought music was for healing. I thought they applied it to wounds. Songs weren't supposed to sting, and words weren't su...
8,765 hours later.
I remember last year. We made lists. Lists that people make on the first day of January, to pour a little sugar in their problems...
19.
They talk about 17 too much. All the playlists and passenger seats it comes with, turning our money into oxygen and consuming it like h...
12 days of
1 is for the tree that you're stringing with last year's tragedies and cracked budgets. 2 is for the homemade ornament...
last thing, before you go.
It's 11:08am and it's too soon to miss you. The hours are thinning out, and people are waiting on my washy replies, but I...
for teenage girls
every time I pace the hospital floors they up the dosage on an empty bottle. you ask for extra smalls and 00's and they burn y...
we.
they gave me a scholarship but not because I count my kisses in order. i got a perfect score on my english ACT but that stopped matter...
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