When I think of June, I think of you. Those hot days on your back porch, you on a ladder painting the side of the house, me sitting on the stairs in my panties watching the sun turn you golden. I think of kissing those tiny circles, one after another, floating behind your ear and […]
The last leaves of fall shudder and float in snow-tipped air. I wonder if you feel it too. Do you hear the frigid breeze in your skin? Do you wake and wait for drifts in your drive to keep you from work, from the mundanity of Monday? Do you hold her under cozy white comforters […]
You breathed me to life, lips leaving wisps of fire against my skin, and air filled my lungs in waves of wind, suffocating me in the heat of need, the insanity of desperation. And I wondered why it took so long to taste the way life felt when you were beside me filling me with […]
Deviantart.com, DigiZCP My tears won’t recede from my eyes the way the sea leaves the shore. They pool in egg-shaped patches where my knees once begged you to stay. They fill empty cups of coffee-stained tables where you drew pictures of Christmas and held my hand to your heart while we slept. The tears won’t […]
I don’t know if I was meant to love you but I do. I don’t know if we were supposed to be but we were and now I don’t know how to move beyond “supposed to.” I don’t know how to end the ache of you when I hear your name or remember your touch. […]
My dreams brim with your voice, the sad eyes she now looks at me with, and I wonder if it was ever real. If you were there or if you were just this hot vision spilling fantasy I deemed reality. I can still feel your lips on my neck, your fingers wrapped in my hair. […]
It’s the whispers of loneliness, the incessant images of your sad eyes in every turn of the clock, and each moment is new and old all at once, so curved and sharp with jagged edges disguised at soft. And all I can see is the past, a road that never really was, a place I […]
Here I am again, the blocks pummeling me in silence, in wordless whispers that wilt on the screen. I try to say the ways it aches but the wind rips the language from my tongue and buries it under miles of sadness. Each step away only brings me more wanting, more agony of gone, of […]
It aches. But doesn’t it always? Doesn’t it hurt so much you feel like fire might shoot from your pores, heat might fly from your feet and send you into spaces lined with the dead? Places plagued with all the pain you’ve balled up inside? Doesn’t it ache the same way it did before? The […]
We can’t go back. Of course, I know this but the heat of those summer days where the blue burned our eyes and the grass, hot needles to our feet. The concrete bold in its desire to burn yet beckoning anyway. Those wood-paneled walls and ancient air conditioner dying with every weak gust of cool […]
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