Monthly Archives: August 2013
Loving him hurts. (and he knows it) And each conversation he shows it.
“It is easy to woo a woman with a poem To wrap her in consonants Metaphor her panties to her ankles She will read your words like scripture You will read her body like Braille You will both be worshiping gods from … Continue reading
He is love. He is long walks and late night talks. He is chocolate dipped in caramel sprinkled with nuts to reflect his personality. He is my reality All warped All dry All happy All sad He is … Continue reading
i feel such incurable sadness.i feel it in the pit of my stomachin the back of my throat- encroaching the deepest and shallow most parts of my mindi feel it in my chest.whenever my heart takes a beatout of my mouth … Continue reading