We can’t be friends. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. It’s impossible to fix the past and it’s too difficult to live in the present and I find that it was better when we didn’t talk at all. Jealousy cripples me and regret never leaves. The gravity of what I lost, … More Strangers
I know how you feel. Tricked, vulnerable, lonely. Stupid. He wrote poetry for me. He called me brighter than the sun and told me he’d wait as long as he had to. Until he gave up, and moved on to someone else. He told her he loved her, and wanted to be with her, and … More Us
Bite my tongue. Hold my shaky breath. Maybe if I’m quiet for long enough, everything will be okay, eventually. If I’m honest, it’s really hard to feel this way. Numb, misunderstood, vulnerable. Stubborn. Dazed. I’m tired of hurting you. I’m tired of breaking. But hearts ache sometimes, even when they love each other.
I’d like to introduce you all to my fantastic, epic, awesomely talented best friend Miggins, who has just entered the blogosphere not only as an amazing writer, but also as my most recent collaborator! We decided to attempt to write a dual poem on the fly, and the pieces just fell into place. Miggins wrote … More The Pain of Breaking Love
My restless heart can’t seem to stop beating in double time Too much has happened, I got too much on my mind I’m in love, I can wait, can’t decide what I want But you’re all driving me crazy with each lovely, dark thought The problem is that I’m always so confused I want … More Game Changer
You. You, with your brown eyes and piano hands and crooked smile. Hm. I forgot about you until yesterday. And when I saw you, I remembered how just a couple months ago I was flooding with emotions for you. Maybe I still kind of am. But they’re different now. Instead of hope, happiness, confusion, and … More Just Another Breakup Post
A lot of people are writing about what happened in Paris on Friday. And I wish that I could. I wish I could write with the same bravery, the same wisdom, the same empathy. But to me, it seems far away. And I know that sounds cold and insensitive, and God knows that even though … More Sending Love to the City of Lights