I hated herAnd I’m not proud of itAt first I was entranced by herDark curls and bright eyesHow she covered up bright red cheeksWith a rimmel concealer at the tableShe was glamourAnd I loved illusion, then.I hated herAnd I’m not proud of itBut keeping this inside Is making this lieBigger. You knew, and Locked meContinue reading “Not Proud to Hate”
I sip some water and think about my needsin this strange eraof pandemic’s and reamsof sorrowunraveling on my screenthat are not mineit’s a strange thingwhen sadness wakesyou to careyou had not knownyou had anymoreit’s strange how wallswe builddisintegrate, with tears.
I feel tautNext to the presence of your possession.An extra person, is convalescing,In this room, built for just us two.“Is it true?”I think, and worry thatA part of me is excited — To taste the excitement of someone else.To breathe it in through every sense. Does that make sense? They say that if I forgiveContinue reading “The Taut Truth”
She was tall, thin, with a voice that spoke like she had a twin wrapped up in her voiceboxI felt lost, awakening to the beginning, of my own limits. Limits that became clear,When she spoke. Beautiful, with a presence that defied.That’s it, she just defied…I suppose she might say society,But she wore her loneliness andContinue reading “#17 healing poetry; what she did”
If I could be written -Forever- On your skin What words Would take my shape And Make you bite your lip Everytime You looked down?