I want my man like I want
my books: warm to touch,
smooth on the inside but
rough along the edges,
leather-bound with a hard
back, filled with sordid
stories to tell.
Maybe the wind
has withered your shape,
maybe the sun has dried
up all your leaves, maybe Continue reading “Nest”
I’ve met too many men
who loved my surface but
feared my depth. I’m a crazy,
chaotic maelstrom of laughter
& warmth, happiness & nostalgia. Continue reading “Entwine”
I don’t want you to go, I used to say,
when it was still another way to say I love you.
Continue reading “Curling”
You tell me you love me, but you
can never choose me. We were a
juxtaposition from the start. Continue reading “Juxtaposition”
My chest is a coffin for every secret
I am choosing to keep. I am burying
them six feet beneath my heartbeat, Continue reading “Erode”
Instead of saying goodbye, I’ll leave you
with a candle that smells like my bedroom.
This is my way of letting myself linger
in all of the spaces that my mind no longer
occupies but my heart won’t fully leave.
Continue reading “Candelabra”
I am more wolf than girl,
I am more snarl than smile,
I am sharp-tongued and fiery-eyed. Continue reading “Wolf”
Heartbreak is impossible to ease
if you are stuck in the mindset that
people leave solely because of you. Continue reading “Stagnant”
I tried so hard for it to not be you.
I didn’t want it to be you. I didn’t
want it to be anyone for a really Continue reading “Deluge”
Let’s not talk about the cold.
Let’s just talk about how warm
the spaces between our fingers Continue reading “Apricity”