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 […]
Chemistry. That’s what they call magic nowadays, that flutter in your belly, that heat in your chest. Heart-pumping magic that leaves ashes on your skin until you’re clothed in gray fire that lights up worlds with firework-flames, green and gold and red and purple, and it stays like that forgetting feeling, like you left the […]
This love is always and every day, forever and step-by-step. I will walk with you under storm-cloud skies and sun-bright mornings because you have made me forget all I have lost with the awe in what I have gained. You are this light in dark places and my warmth on wintery days, and I will […]
A Star Wars marathon and salsa on the balcony, it’s the little things we should officially recognize. The last five seconds in the ultimate pursuit of happiness are what matters. When the pain goes away and reasonable offers are not good enough, know that, if you love someone it’s not too late. * * * […]
“You are this light I can’t seem to shut off.” “So, why are you trying?” “I don’t know how to live with you as my sun, dangerous and distant. I can’t touch you yet you are survival.” “Sometimes you have to risk dying in order to live, blindness so that you can see.” * * […]
I am swept up, swept away by your glances, the chances you lay at my feet and the secrets I know you keep. They fall through thick air and climb through places I only see in dreams.
Ok. So I know. I know that all those things you think about yourself are true, reality. I know you are a complete fuck up who acts out when you’re drunk or angry or both. Especially both. I am well aware of your significant flaws, your unfortunate character traits that make you surly and difficult […]
“The sun rises and sets with her.” You say that a lot, so much I wonder who she is. You get destructive and angry and listen to sad songs and miss a girl I hope is me.
I wrote you a story about a red balloon that escaped from a carnival show. It had always imagined a life on the road, twisting and tumbling through a world made of wishes, but it could never escape the clutches of the clowns, their white painted faces and dirt painted hands gripping and curling his […]
The untenable miasma of loss. There is a wolf pack running around in my head and this string here reminds me of your eyes. A saw blade keeps slicing through my eardrums and I wonder who lost first. Was it before or after I cried blue tears into your hands? We are just round people […]