Shake the crumbs of doubt off the linen and onto the floor. Then sweep it up with the shards of regret dutifully out of the door. Pat your pillows, to dust off all the salted tears. Then wipe the mirror so you may properly see and face your fears. Drown the tiles in the ocean […]
When you are weary and you need your soul to rest. Go. When your breath no longer feels at home and has to fight past your rib cage to be free. Leave it.
My lover suffered, for no matter how much love he poured down my throat i was always thirsty “Who’s that girl?” does she want you too? “Where are you?” without me? Jealous of a past that I would never share.