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To Remember
I want you to remember this moment. When it all falls apart, I want you to remember this. I’ve been staying up too late, drinking too much wine and smoking too many cigarettes. But I’m happy. Or ...
I am the rut
I think I’ve forgotten how to let feelings out. I used to have words for all of these things that I was feeling. They were tortured metaphors, maybe. Or cliches. Or ideas done to death, but d...
Homesick
It is too early in the morning for me to be awake. The sun is still sleeping in the east, and I should be, too. Instead, I’m a thousand miles from anything I know and missing you. A lot of time...
Well Worn Roads
And now here we are, back into the roles that we are used to. You, a smiling face with a sad heart that I want to save. Me, the girl with too many problems that she drowns in hard liquor and sm...
Impossible Dreams
It is nice, sometimes, to believe in the impossible. It will get you by, if only for a time, in the cold spaces between warm hearts. But they always unravel, these impossible dreams. Any touch ...
Red Marks
I use red lines on a white board to mark progress towards a future that I will never see. To mark steps to the person that I will never be. I’ve never been the kind of girl that was any good at ...
Imaginings
There should be a word for the relationships we have with people, all in our own heads. I see a guy when out running errands and my mind drifts away. It isn’t him I think about, exactly - I don’...
Time Robs All
Our memory, dear friend that we think it to be, is a traitor to all that we hold dear. It’s not that we lose the people that we held so dear, the ones that we knew and loved. It’s not blank spo...
The Dangers of not Disappointing
For once, I wasn’t disappointed. This, I fear, will be my undoing. I’ve been trying to get out there more. To see if this little heart of mine is capable of loving someone, not just using them....
Creeping Cold
I read spaces in conversation the way some read tea leaves, finding answers to questions that I hadn’t even thought to ask Drunk on a Monday. If this is low, I’ve still been lower. Then again, I...
Book Description
Which half of what I say is true, and which half is pretty blue lies?
It’s a question without an easy answer…
