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They are holes in my shoes and they once were ribbons.
Etiquette
I have no fork or spoon to eat you with, Just my heart and my hands To hold you, And call you mine For as long as this meal lasts. But I've starved myself of this food For so long that my body forgets the Ritual, the ediquette And the holy words that come before... Continue Reading →
Sip
Sip I was never thirsty to begin with I just needed my heart quenched And my mind soaked; And a bottle of wine just happened to be Conveniently placed On the shelf at the wine store. My heart isn’t broken, But if it was, I wouldn’t tell you. I just like the taste— It’s a... Continue Reading →
Drought
Drought In failing relationships We prefer our poison mixed with honey To mask the taste— There’s a sweetness in the way A fairytale rolls off your tongue-- A lie-- Because it can turn a lying man into a loving one. But your love cannot prosper without affection Without care, So never expect it to rain... Continue Reading →
Door
Door If I left the door open to the possibility That your death was absolute I wouldn’t be able to venture out into a world Where you aren’t And never will be again. The hollowness within me Would expand So deep and so vast, So hot, That my outside world would Melt. You’re only missing,... Continue Reading →
Hot Tea
Hot Tea I had hot tea the morning you called To tell me your love was gone. The kettle was on the fire before I even picked up the phone. When there’s heartbreak, there’s always chamomile to calm your nerves. A warm cup is the next best thing to rest your hands on— To stable... Continue Reading →
Seed: He came back.
Seed I planted you long ago when the soil was fertile and soft, And perfect for you to grow—to flourish—and then tower before me. When months passed with no sign of you I became disheartened, Because the package you came in promised you would come. After six weeks of watering, maintenance and affection I expected... Continue Reading →
Cold Tea
Cold Tea When I met him I was always hurt, Always empty In a way that was never entirely bare. Like a glass half full, I was the remnant of some sweet drink He had only wished to taste, But never to finish. I was like hot tea that he thought tasted better cold, Iced—... Continue Reading →
Pages
I've kept diaries for quite a while, And sometimes I go back to read them-- To revisit days that have passed and feelings I never understood. I can remember the day as it happened and the moment I sat down to record The events on paper. I can relive my confusion and find clarity as... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 