Identity

What do you do when you’re two different people? When you’re sometimes one thing and other times something else? Romance turns my veins into fire, the passion roiling up, transforming my skin into oil slicks of lust for all-wrong men with all-wrong faces, ages, acquaintances. Ten minutes later, I pretend to know what an adult […]

All My Poems Ache the Same

Forget about how his lips feel pressed against your skin and the way his fingers move in your hair. Forget the way his sad eyes look down when he laughs and how he can almost make your heart stop when he whispers your name. Forget because you will never have him under your fingers, inside […]