mistress

January 26th, 2012 § Leave a Comment

i sit across from you as you spill the dark tale. secrets and shame find light in the reflection of your teary eyes. hands clasped tightly around an already cooled cup of coffee. i am unmoved. unsurprised. unable to comprehend how feather light whispers weigh so heavily on your heart. that has leapt from your chest onto the sleeve of another. the other. a mistress you have become.

when

January 15th, 2012 § Leave a Comment

will you be the friend i deserve?

brittle bones

January 14th, 2012 § Leave a Comment

of mine. creak with the rise of the sun. a reminder of what is almost broken, but not quite.

12.12.12

January 2nd, 2012 § Leave a Comment

and so it begins …

suddenly …

September 28th, 2011 § Leave a Comment

sad.

beautiful?

September 2nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment

this canopy of stars. the glow of the fire by my side. the lullaby of this rocking chair. the crackly decadence that is ray charles on the record player. king sized beds and moonlit bike rides. neon pink nail polish blurry as eyes open under water. buckets of food impossible to finish. tall frosty never ending glasses of lemonade. cool sheets on sun kissed skin. everything. in this moment (even me) … is beautiful.

red

August 5th, 2011 § Leave a Comment

irrational thoughts laced with flashes of sanity. angry. because i don’t know if this is pretend or whether you really are unravelling before my very own eyes. seeing you and your fear. like this. scares me.

storm in a tea cup

July 25th, 2011 § Leave a Comment

served in chipped china made from the very bones you bury with your words. snuffing out life. love. fear and doubt and betrayal and angst. sweetened liquid gold sipped then swallowed. beautiful belly swollen with the grotesque contents of your deceit. and yet, all i think of is how this could not possibly be your making … until the cruel but warm trickle of your blatant disregard spills on my face. it’s true. this is you.

lost and found

July 3rd, 2011 § Leave a Comment

discarded dreams and almost tomorrows locked away in a chest. all things lost tainted with forgetfulness. dusty with hope. that one day a hand will reach in. and find what was left behind.

you

June 19th, 2011 § Leave a Comment

hear my thoughts and read my heart. as if we were once one now split in two. half love. half hope. whole lives spent not touching. just loving. from a distance.

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