Tag Archives: words
This is me writing a happy poem because you told me to stop being inspired by Sexton and Bukowski so… Here we go. Ready? I am so happy to tell you fuck off I’ll write happy when I want to, … Continue reading
I like to imagine that flowers bloom and hummingbirds sing in the abandoned ruins of our love.
This evening, those stars hanging in your eyes collapsed into black holes of irresistible gravity.
Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.
My heart was a seashell you threw against the the wall so each shard became a heroin needle you used to inject my veins with sweet venom launching me high as comets especially your candied lie that you knew me better than … Continue reading
I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
She folds her heartbreak like origami transforming an ocean into teardrops.
I trace my fingertips over his chest learning how his heartbeats like a blind girl learns braille.
I don’t need you to understand me I just need you to try.
Roses are practice for watching us beautifully decay.