Why do I do this to myself? Why do I keep cutting open the wound? Reminding myself of all the ways I fail. That I don’t measure up. That I never will. I want so much more than I will ever have. Why torture myself? Why can’t I leave well-enough, alone? There is this untouchable […]
an ocean rages inside me pours out in sobs and wails crashes against my ribcage drowning my heart, my soul streams of liquid heartache flow down tears constantly falling I was whole when you were in me you walked effortlessly across my stormy peaks and troughs now I’m dry on the outside parchment skin and […]
every time you get up and leave your scent lingering on the sheets I want one more moment one more breath one more look one more my heart walks away when you do as you casually pull your shirt over your shoulders and adjust your belt I’m dying inside I would never have enough of […]
There was this hole in my heart. Not a bullet hole or an old stab wound. It was a hole dug in the dirt, old broken roots poking out here and there. Dead leaves and moss on the top edges, becoming darker, richer as the layers went down. I kept falling in the hole as […]
I pulled all your old love notes out of the special box I keep tucked away in the closet. I haven’t read them in… well, a really long time. Every so often I’ve pulled it, the box that is, down and held it in my lap. I could never bring myself to untie the string […]
dipping her toe first into the surface of the deep pool of black on black ink, she shed her robe stood momentarily shivering in the cool forest air, bright moonlight dappled across pale, pale skin and long tan curls before closing her tear-filled eyes spreading her arms wide, she fell forward and released her last […]
if I told you I was sick, very sick, terminally sick would you still love me would you walk away or would you hold me in your arms? if I told you I made a mistake, a can’t-go-back mistake would you still love me would you walk away or would you lift my head, forgive […]
he walks down the lane a single rose clasped within his palm its petals soft and gentle reminding him of his lover’s voice a shift within as one memory lifts upon another his thumb caresses the velvet though it were a cheek instead her gentle laughter echos in his ear her shy smiles, a healing […]
there are cracks in my skin as I pull this woolen cloak of words tighter across my shoulders I’m trying to hide all my inside parts the real parts the something found beneath ribs and sinew for it’s deep inside I hide all the truth I cover my lips with rose petals and my eyes […]
this mask cracks from the inside slivers and shards prick my skin whose grey pallor hides beneath a wide smile and exuberant laugh I want, on some days, to remove it or, if I’m honest, for you to… to even WANT to, to remove it except for the inevitable sense of loss this opportunity for […]
