i love you in the dark. my pulse speaks to you in Morse code, telling stories of the street lamps left outside my house that I always wanted to kiss you under, but never did. i keep the ways i speak to you rooted in metaphors about black holes and shedding skin. the meant-to-be component […]Read more "unravel at your own pace"
three parts ginger beer. it was no coincidence that when you picked your poison at the bar you would end up calling me by the same name a month later the parts that i am made of can not be broken into ounces no precise recipe or directions come with knowing me and now you […]Read more "dark and stormy"
I want to crash and break gracefully, beat misery to the punchline and burn out like a star, slowly— I don’t want you to know about my sadness until millions of years later when the remainder of me disappears into stardust, etched into the night sky letting people see I once shed tears like snakes shed skin they don’t need, the […]Read more "To break gracefully"
These are my words. This is my hurt, my happiness. I wear my soul on my fingertips and invite strangers to come by and take a piece home. I don’t need all of this soul, I’m too many lifetimes in one person. This is my skin. The scar on my forehead doesn’t cover with makeup. […]Read more "Some days the sun has to be reminded to rise and fall."
My mother used to tell me that everything can be left behind. If you don’t like who you are, where you are, what you’ve become- you can always change it. And so, with the thousands of others who make resolutions and break them, I plan to list here my five resolutions for twenty-fourteen. 1. Read […]Read more "Embrace the new."
There’s nothing to do but for me to perch here on your collarbone. It’s a hammock connected to the ridges of your shoulder. When I’ve drank too much, I use your jawline as monkey bars. I swing precariously back and forth, I forge a swing out of the sinews of metaphors I’m too tired to […]Read more "You call my name as shelter, not realizing I am the storm."
Lay awake with me at four in the morning. Tell me there are immensities in you I will never run out of. My greatest flaw is that I am mad to consume it all, I go through hearts like petals on a flower I waste wishes on. I am trusting you to not let me […]Read more "walk so lightly, my darling."