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...
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fall. Show all posts
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...
calendar noise.
our last few hours are itching at my palms. clocks are funny that way. they like to hurt a little, bite a little. tomorrow wi...
depression.
you are on empty. you are on nothing. you are on zero. you run on the dry leftover energy from the corners of your bones. your sc...
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...
f______ & forget
you served apologies on a silver platter but some refuse to taste your sorry's. your words are on the table, though and anyone...
october has hands.
October can't tell between new friends and potential enemies, reminding you that jerseys only last as long as the weather and warm ...
october eyes, 2013.
you always did have october eyes. somber eyes, careful eyes, plan-brewing eyes. you shut your cage around me with a kiss that s...
good love.
I like good love. It has you waking up an hour before your alarm, failing English and acing science, because you forget how to spea...
Letter to T:
You found me on the bleachers because of a song we both liked. You found me on the bleachers because God waved you over with my fingert...
because 'I love you' isn't good enough
It isn't long enough, or short enough, or valid enough. 3 words 8 letters enough to kick him in the groin and catch her o...
old (updated)
This is to the old version of You, because expired milk never looks bad from the outside, but she convinced You that You weren't wo...
I'm not a librarian.
People: You turn their corners, you flip their pages, you write a sentence or two in their guestbooks. You read their lines, ...
wakeup calls
We wake up like new bodies, with eyes that have washed out yesterday's adventures and a longing to replay every good moment that fo...
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It's been three months since I sat upright on a bus in Pennsylvania. Three months since the rain washed Baltimore into a DC subway ...
thoughts before fall strikes
I want to talk about the last taste of summer, how the trees are slightly tinted and how people's lives start over in the fall w...
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