it is very disheartening to be told by somebody “you don’t move me”, when all you want to do is take the sadness out of his eyes.
My heart feels like my chest cannot contain it. I can’t wait for you to come home so I can be back in your arms. I am batting a thousand, and I want to tell you all about it. You don’t have to care, I just want to talk to you.
That first kiss, with you leaning against the wall. Grabbing my hand and pulling me close, and I with an ear-to-ear grin because I knew what was coming next. I love how you are no taller than me when I am in heels, because I have to lean my head down very slightly to kiss you. I was drunk with it, my hands against your chest, even when you stopped I pushed forward again. Your lips were soft and...
There are books decorating the floor Dust embracing the walls And stars studding your dreams A sparking sharp pane of cracked glass There’s this strange grandiloquence in a hermit shell life Heavy curtains blocking out sunlight Preventing growth And living oh so small leads to larger dreams You are impermanent in this home where you were born and lived and your mother died Nothing has lasted This...