I am deeply humbled by life.
First of all, I was under the impression that all I had to do was graduate (2nd in class!) and finish high school (Many Points?!) <—– (Yes these are humble brags but they’re only to prepare myself for what I have to write next which is the opposite of bragging) and I’d be set for life.
Well now. I could give you valid reasons as to why I haven’t made it yet in this life thing. Reasons which sound like: Continue reading “Twenty something”
I pray for you.
You’re my favorite thing to touch and smell.
Did you get home safe?
Me: My kids are going to grow up watching Sesame Street.
Him: Your kids are my kids.
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?”
Jealous of a past
that I would never share.
Continue reading “Drink”
My mouth was full of all the “I love you’s” I had caught in my throat that Fall, that now there was no stopping my tongue. Straddling him in the backseat of his car, I leaned closer to his ear and whispered in a vodka filled breath , “I love you”.
He doesn’t say anything so I say it again. “I love you”.
Silence. Continue reading “Liquid Courage”
Some days you do not notice me.
I wift through your life, like an autumn leaf in the wind.
Other times your seek me out. Before I speak your mouth is on mine drowning me out. I gladly sink
– in your sometimes love
There’s no emptiness I know that’s quite like unfulfillment
It leaves your stomach hungry and your chest empty
Your soul a wonderer that doesn’t rest.
So you eat a little more
You smile a little harder and you drink like your father.
Picture: Woman thinking – Etude by fredericforest
I tell you I love you
Not because I want to hear it back
But because I want you to know.