I fought with myself all day about what I would write tonight. Actually, that’s a gigantic lie because it wasn’t a fight: I didn’t want to write at all. I don’t want to write at all. Not tonight. Not here. My heart is not ok with here, this site that I have loved like my surprised solace since I…
I hear someone outside my window. I am asleep in my Grandparents’ spare bedroom. My Grandmother sleeps two doors down and my Grandpa the…
Sometimes being in your presence
Reminds me of a simpler time
I long for you
Ache for you
And although
Mine are sincere laughs
Love is weird. There are so many things about a relationship that make at least a little bit of sense, that are explainable, that you can qualify or quantify. But love? It’s harder.
I’ve had it with migrants.They always leave.The good ones always leaveeventually.
She waited outside as I undressed. I got on the bed and faced down and she asked, I haven’t seen you for so long. I knew…
Holy one, I beg your forgiveness, but there’s nothing sacred about you or your dream: Your virgin…