I catch myself sliding in the midst of happy things. Suddenly everything is grey and dull and the girls are talking without me. When did I become wall paper?
Love
Love Love is the bottom of a wine bottle Days after a good party and a bad hangover— Sticky and black. Love is a conniving frienemy That poisons you blind— Forges entrapment for release, For happiness. Love is patient, love is kind, It does not envy, it does not boast, It seduces, it destroys,... Continue Reading →
I love you still, but I love me more.
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 →
Famous Last Words 