What the fuck is wrong with people? Follow through–nobody fucking has it and it’s like they don’t care. Like when people ghost each other. What the fuck is that? One day, we’re friends or lovers or acquaintances even, and the next, you’re gone, vanished like the fucking rain in Florida–here one minute and gone the […]
I’ll never learn to stop spilling all these crass piles of cradled thoughts that bottle-feed me portions of my past self. I’ll never try to stop writing these slippery lines of stubborn verse that fill me with vacant memories of times when I knew myself, or try to escape the jagged moments I pressed control, […]
It guts you, leaves you strewn across floors, bleeding in technicolor, your vibrations pulsing in oranges and reds, washing thunderclouds in blue paint, tearing holes in whole places, and leaving pigment where your bones should be. True love kills while it awakens, deals pain in parallel with pleasure, and it hurts. You bleed, and it […]
When I’m with you, my skin is electricity, the air is lightning, your voice a rumble like thunder in my veins. Every nerve ending screams with raw need and the world glows in carnival colors, sparks soaring through invisible space. I can feel everything, every piece of this moment. When I’m with you, I am […]
And then he looked at her. After the talk had died away, he directed his gaze to her, exploring her face, her soul with his eyes, and she could feel him inside her, his words, his fingers, his mind. Her insides flipped over, and warmth spread out from her bellybutton and down her legs. Her […]
“I was thinking about something you said.” “Oh, yeah?” “Yeah. You asked if we’d ever been just friends, and I’ve been thinking about that.” “And what have you concluded?” “I think we’ve always been whatever this is. I mean, when I first met you, I was attracted to you. I remember that.” “So do I.” […]
I am a terrible person. I don’t know who I am or what I want, and, of course, we all feel this way, but I take people down with me. I don’t know who I should love, so I love too many, too much, too quickly. I think not of how what I do will […]
I can hear your footsteps next to mine, see their imprints in the sand as sure as my own, and I watch you turn this beach moment into a memory that will wash over me like the waves on the shore. You say only embers remain but they still do remain, and can’t embers glow […]
I built you from snapshots and movie stills, and I watched you turn into fiction, your bones becoming paper stained with tears and words you’ll never read. You were a novel crafted til you reached perfection, that pedestal of hope that never really existed outside these fantasy pages. I turned us into poetry, into stanzas […]
It wouldn’t have worked out anyway. I tell myself these lies in hopes that my heart will eventually believe them, will eventually quell the pain that slowly circumnavigates my body and drives tiny splinters of missing underneath my chewed fingernails. I cannot breathe without breathing you. I cannot drink without every sip tasting of your […]
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