The sticky summer air wants to know how I’ve been since we last talked. I’ve had my ups and downs but I’m here now. I didn’t find God but I did find a purpose hidden somewhere between the stationary aisle of CVS and New England in September. Sometimes winter feels like going through hell andContinue reading “the sticky summer air”
Every day just passes then the next. I can’t believe how lonely this all gets.
some days all I can do is sit by an open window and hear the rain pour and imagine it’s rinsing out any sad thoughts inside me cleansing me. and sometimes I swear it works
Some days are hard but I’ve accepted that. Some are easy, and those keep me afloat.
And I was so focused on the table Brown with a crack down the middle I couldn’t imagine ever taking my eyes off it Especially not to look at your face I could picture it just fine in my head Even after the tears welled And I couldn’t see anything anymore I knew you wereContinue reading “table”
I didn’t feel anything when he left. I took all the energy I would’ve had and lost myself in all the things I loved before he came into my life, as if I hadn’t changed in the last two years. And it was somewhere around the third week that I realized with each person thatContinue reading “if I ever feel it again #flashfiction”
Sometimes it hurts Sometimes I’m in love Sometimes I feel nothing at all Someday I’ll let the ocean take me
I sip my coffee I don’t chug I like the bitter taste it gets better with age and someday I’ll take it black that’s when you’ll know I’ve gone bitter like the rest.
There will always be a void deep inside my chest there’s one for you and all the others who’ve left and I want to believe that someday these voids will be filled but it’s true what they say that everyone leaves and sometimes they come back but sometimes when they do they don’t do itContinue reading “void”
I will write your name over and over until it does not hurt anymore and if that takes a thousand pages at least it will be over. and I will forgive you someday but first I have to forgive myself and sure, I’ve learned to love myself but it’s still fresh it started when IContinue reading “fresh”