How do you really say “I’ll miss you for always but I’ll hold you never” in a text anyway? It probably sounds like “here’s this article it made me think of you.” To which the last response will always read “read on 2/14”- a grey bubble never to see blue again. The unspoken words carried…
Tag: spokenword
Never Just I Love You
Sometimes I just feel really difficult to love. Like I should somehow feel thankful to be cared about and at the same time apologetic about needing love at all. And not just needing love, but needing it HOW I need it in order to FEEL loved. Like somehow “I’m sorry” and “Thank You” are the…
Letters She’ll Never Send IX
I answered quickly in defense. I matched your energy to avoid the reaction of pain that was instant. “Look I love you but I’d never date you.” “You think I don’t know that?” “We’d kill each other. I think we tried this in a past life and learned that.” “I know that. Is that what…
Letters She’ll Never Send VIII
I need to know there are moments for you too. The moments you miss me so much it’s unbearable. Your chest aches just a little and you think about the way I smile when you say something absurd. The moments where you realize we were barely strangers when we figured out that the air was…
Stargazer
Yesterday I went to the supermarket to pick up dinner and found myself wandering around the floral department. You see I had purchased a small bouquet of flowers a few months ago and when they died they had dried in the most beautiful way that they stayed fully intact and simply looked like they were…
Different Love
I am the woman you fear because he loved me different He loved me in a way that you wish you understood He loved me in a way that spoke to the cosmos because no other language on this earth could explain it He loved me in a way that words could only begin to…
Dream Invader
as darkness falls and blackness crawls he reappears night after night without reason, without right breaking through every barrier spreading his sensory disease, nostalgia, he’s a viral carrier even in slumber my body shifts flailing and flopping my minds eye taking apart our time, clipping and cropping his invasion? implanted scenes, his nightly creations beneath…
The Missadventure Chronicles 