There is poetry in ugliness; a melody in arguments that we play in our heads, over and over; like a song whose words we forget but still mumble through the chorus; the climax on loop until I’m angry all over again, only to be outdone by sadness. I read articles where the tone makes a […]
Tell me you love me just as much on the days I wish for emptiness, as on the days when I surprise you with boundless love. Like when I bring you flowers each April and you ask why I always pick the bunch that’s closed off to the world, not yet awake to the awaiting judgement. […]
the nighttime: like a chamber for the quietest of thoughts to echo.
We stand around her bed, like weeds rooted and swaying in place to the motion of her breaths. “You have her hands,” is what I say after close examination. Because she does, and somehow it becomes the most important detail. It’s a pointless sentiment, already dissipated and forgotten. But my words are worth more when […]
We’ve become shadows dancing on the wall, melting together and breaking apart; converging to become odd shapes and sizes. While entangled against the pavement, in a game of truth or dare, I feel trampled upon and I can’t keep up with you, as things may have it. I’m losing touch, though we’re in the same […]