I do not want a love that settles. You can keep your whispered flimsy promises for another day, another lover, someone who accepts a dream that collects dust, but not me. I do not want sweet silence, muted devotion– I want to burn it. I want a love fueled by fire. One where our skinContinue reading “REBEL YELL”
a Sunday morning kind of girl, making chocolate chip pancakes and blasting ABBA through open windows, spinning in circles as the morning saturates. I am still the dancing queen, a year and some over seventeen, but young and sweet nevertheless– semi-sweet morsels sinking softly into smooth batter. Maybe life after this won’t always be sicklyContinue reading “I AM STILL”
I would redesign the sky for you, pluck each glimmering vessel by hand, rearrange the stars to spell your name forwards and backwards, just so you never forget the order of letters or how much light you give off— it is precision, the art of writing yourself into existence. I never want you to forgetContinue reading “MAP”
He makes me feel like poetry! Like a Renaissance painting! Like a woman! Like a piece of Heaven, if Heaven exists. No. Heaven exists. Heaven exists because he exists.
I took for granted the days where every ounce of my being belonged to me only, each detail copyrighted as my own, cradling each parcel of myself in cupped hands like colored mosaic tiles waiting to be assembled. It was innocence, those days– the only lover I needed was that of my own company, neverContinue reading “I miss myself more than I’ve ever missed anyone”
sit like old friends wounded by time. Is friends the appropriate term? Or are we just acquaintances now that we have lost track of touch? We are silence stiff without security holding breath underwater until lips turn purple. I am afraid to speak. I do not know how she will take it. Will I breakContinue reading “the keyboard and I”