Don’t fucking look at me like that. You have to know this is over. It’s been “over” 20+ times in the last year and it might be over a few more times before it’s over, but it’s over. I keep crying I keep trying for you There’s nothing like you and I baby – Sade…
Does she warm your bed or the sidewalk?
Who is she? scratches on your shoulder, growing boulder on your forehead, drumming my dms, leaving dead air is she pulling your hair? who is she? Can’t be a lover if the love ain’t free. Just a flirt chasing skirt, getting hurt like you like. I see you bumming smokes from the rising sun, holding…
These are the items I need returned to me:
My MacBook and charger, The money I lent you even though my mom told me not to, My sense of self, That hour of my life I spent trying to break down your door with my fists, The days I spent mortaring new bricks in my wall.
Tie me to the rotten deck
Two crows flew overhead and I heard the universe’s tender humming through the veil. More often than not, I feel recovered. Our song plays over the speakers at the bar in Stillwater and I do not weep. I walk along these haunted streets and feel no shadow pulling me into our painful memories. However, last…
thoughts from March
Maybe we have just been in a fight this whole time.
Unrelenting Usurper
I fully believe that duality only exists for the convenience of language and communication, that the separation between anything only requires distinction as a result of the complexities of human cultural expression. Fellow monists, forgive the metaphorical phrasing herein. There’s a version of me that finds fruition in relationships whose heart wholly overflows. The we-worshipper who likens…
Die Liebe geht
Who are these nameless lovers? Ghosts who haunt me daily. I cannot peruse the shelves of a grocery store or drive past rows of maize without the venomous and still too vivid memories pulsing through my mind. Here, the park where you told me you’d always love me. There, the pavement where you bloodied your hand after…
You.
Together, we will paint our red flags white.
100mg
doses raised sky-high like tingly neuron butterflies fluttering electric wings while crow sings that rattling squawk up in a snow-cloaked white oak salty pools in my eyes, humid swamp mouth I feel the water
Anahata: Fractured-Facets
The Cheater You offered your relationship record willingly. I based the blueprints of my insecurities on your known destructive patterns. [Serial monogamy leap-frog] We called ourselves free agents; We called ourselves polyamorous; We oscillated between trust and distrust and you accumulated misdemeanors, missed court dates and now have a bounty on your dick. You somehow…
Happy Drumroll
There’s nothing quite like experiencing the worst pain of your life for twenty-two straight hours to sear a date into your brain forever. Yes, it was around this time four years ago when I was vomiting and blacking out between bouts of electrifying contractions. It’s somewhat difficult to quantify the amorous relief that flooded my…
I Surrender 