Dancing with you

I never thought I’d dance again, I never thought my legs would move to the beat of my heart. But here you are, upfront, uncanny and wise. I am guided by movement unknown. Somehow my heart is yours for the taking. Ive only known it to be broken, yet somehow I feel so whole. So … Continue reading →

Ouroboros in a glass case

The isolation is cold ;bringing bouts of familiarity and nostalgia. The fear subsides, for I am comforted by a past that holds a peice off me. I am embodied by my history. Forgive me for begging, but answer me honestly. What are the expectations? To which or whom am I devoted? I’ve no legs, yet … Continue reading →

Hungry

She’s never loved anything as much as she loves you. shes never been more alone than without your company. shes never been so hungry. she only eats to stay alive; if you can call it that. Continue reading →

Open waters

You said I was the one that gave you the life jacket you said I was the one that gave you goggles but you were the one that helped me see underwater you were the one that kept me a float ill swim with you into the dark waters into the unknown. let my heart … Continue reading →

Reflection.

How can I look at you, and hate me. How can I look at you and think of all the things I should be. How can I look at you with such disgust. How can I look at you and not feel like you’re enough.   How can I look at you and not realize … Continue reading →

Letters of Letting Go. #1

To the man whom I loved who wore all black, The piece of you I held on to for so long, I want you to have it back. Like the ring that once sat on my finger, and the nights i’ll never forget, It was beautiful, It was real, not a moment i’ll regret. I … Continue reading →

Tornadoes

So I sit. Accepting my fate. The one that I created in my spiraling mind. Like a tornado my thoughts are thrown up and down until the motion makes me sick. Where am I ? Why am I? Can you hear me scream in the wind? Continue reading →

The Basement of My Mind.

I’ve sat in this room for so long, I’d forgotten it had doors. A gentle knock becomes inviting. But I know these walls so well. Cold, yet comfortable. Built of self-pride and independence. Empty, yet strong. I’ve stared at the ceiling so long I’d forgotten it had windows. I’ll allow the sun to shine. But … Continue reading →

The Little Reminders of you.

  You are Frank Sinatra in the kitchen. but I’ve forgotten how to dance without your lead. You are your old band shirt. Hiding in the back of my closet, that I can’t bare to ware. You are the rum I don’t buy anymore. I’m still drunk on you, never hungover but always hung up. … Continue reading →

Queen of Hearts

My lips are chapped from the lovers I’ve kissed. Each one slowly sucking the life out of my lips and lungs. I don’t need you to be special for me to love you for a night. In fact, selfishly I need you not to be special. I’ll tell myself A story; a night of passion … Continue reading →