Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
Tag: love
These walls
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.
The second boy who loved me
The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end. “Love u 2,” I responded, deciding just then. Said perhaps because a reject’s a punch or that the words “Facebook official” gave me someone at lunch to sit near, knees touching, electrically aware. And there, we held hands sometimes, […]
April 4, 2015
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the sadness seeping into these words I’m scribbling on this page, so, in the following pages because I have nowhere to be but with you we will sit down […]
The epiphany
I curled my leaves and starved myself to the root to deny the pain of blooming, to pollute. and what I found was that the sun didn’t shine much light and the flowers didn’t look as bright and the earth didn’t taste just right and I learned that the sun needs me and the flowers […]
Twine
You dropped out of a tree into my path, a shiny acorn, and I, not yet a sapling. How could I have known then how our branches were destined to grow together?
Crumbs of you
like the howling ache of the last bite, yearning, your pillow–cold– my fingers sweep for crumbs of you between my sheets.
3:24 a.m.
They say if you have trouble sleeping it’s because someone’s thinking of you. I’m sorry for those restless nights.
centered
it’s not the weight of your body that pins me to earth it’s the beat of your heart i count my breaths by
August Tenth
I didn’t care much for the sunset, right here, in the old churchyard with plums rotting at our feet. The pregnant trees bowed to us, sticky, alcoholic; a drunken, golden nest. Right here, perched on the edge of it all, I saw my life unfurled deliciously through the haze of that sweet summer syrup– the electricity of you–so alive, so green, your every heartbeat breathed me into […]
Indigo Tuesday 