I love you still, but I love me more.
And that’s okay–growing pains.
Sometimes you'll outgrow certain relationships.
Lavender A subtle sweetness always reminds me of you, It lingers on my clothes and in my sheets. The air seems colder without your body; Chamomile's sister is your scent: it dizzies me and soothes. But I remind myself that All you are is a purple weed growing out of place; Untamed and sensitive to... Continue Reading →
How I loved You.
I saw myself in your eyes And I must have fallen for my reflection: The portrait of some foreign girl I never really knew, Who was much greater than me. If I loved you-- and I think I did It wasn't conventional: I loved your eyes And the way they saw me.
Love: As the Extension of One’s Self
Can I just mention how much googling I did to make sure I was using the right version of oneself v.s one's self ? Oneself vs. one’s self The two-word phrase one’s self is only justifiable when self is used in a spiritual, philosophical, or psychological sense. In all other cases, one’s self can be replaced with... Continue Reading →
Attic
She confuses love with abuse so easily. But why are they synonymous? She saw her first thesaurus in the attic, Just before he unbuckled his pants And closed the shades. "She's mature for her age," they tell her mother. She can slice her own apples and pour her own cereal, But she's only five years... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 