And then my stomach knots like an insane carnival ride to the moon, and I bite my lip to keep the pain from rolling down my face because these savage sentences keep stabbing me in the back. I want you to bury these letters in the quicksand we made so that I can forget you […]Savage
I will always remember. There are moments so rooted in my being that I would be hollow without them. They are what made me. You are what made me even though we were cheated, even though the rug was pulled out and we lost despite the love. Those minutes are sacred, fastened to my heart […]All the Pieces
Your gray eyes still haunt me with what’s outside. The carnival came only once. You left. Now my sadness is trapped in an exit. *** It’s Thursday again, and it’s time for Three Line Thursday. I submitted the last three lines after agonizing over various versions of the first bit. Hope you enjoy! 🙂 ~Patience […]Exits
Cotton candy clouds
pinned to blue-gray skies,
each tied with tiny threads
to the canvas above.
They remind me of waves
from oceans I’ve not touched,
waves of memory I cannot grasp,
and yet I watch them hatch
on the wings of the sun
you’ve already seen set.
I wonder how we can all be
that we can’t stop
this end-of-the-world gasp
escaping from our lungs,
this death maul
screaming for release,
for relief from being
even though we’re underwater.
The sweet candy-clouds
hover and stretch
but can’t go far enough
to make you mine
or to even make me or anyone whole.
I watch them turn to ash
and wonder if I’m just fading too.
I need your energy, your vibrations, your naked skin under my hands. I need to touch your heat, that obsession pumping through your muscles, harmonizing your bones and flesh, making you hum. Every time you laugh, my heart tears, it rips, my soul shreds under your happiness, the happiness I so crave to feel, to […]Energy
This road is dark and rife with faults, the cracks spreading clockwise and backwards, mixing time with doubt. You walk alone amongst shards of memory and glimpse your reflection in the wreckage while I bask in overgrown sunlight dotted with decay, and I wonder who’s more broken– the girl who can’t move forward or the […]In the Wreckage
I am an island, remote and desolate, pieced together from flotsam and underwater mountains. Alone, separate, I am an island where nothing touches save the sea with its salty lips and acid tongue, and I am unreachable, spotless and distant, vast in my loneliness. I am an island, but so are you. With your righteousness […]Islands
Blonde fields burnished red in the evening sun, spindly tree branches stretch out and creak like old men’s bones, and why does everything seem so beautiful from far away? Mountains look like paintings and people like perfection. We can reach out and almost grasp the beauty, the unreality, the imagined happiness trapped inside the fresco […]Colors
Your scars are showing today. I see the ridges where your wounds were raw, where your skin grabbed on and refused to give up. I see those red places where the pain has not yet abated, where the injuries blaze in fresh agony. When you self-destruct, I imagine your heart clawing it’s way out of […]Your Scars Are Showing
There will never be a time when I will not love you. I will love you a few hours from now when I’m lying in bed imagining your hand on my cheek or your fingers in my hair. I will love you next week when I’m driving to work and that song comes on and […]I Will Love You