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Where love, heartbreak, and healing live in words
You said you didn’t have the space to feel for me.I said I knew. I said I understood.What I didn’t say was this: I feel everything. I always have. And with you, being wanted felt like it could be enough. Your hands on my body became a stand-in for what my heart was starving for.…
Loving youwas never meant to meanlosing the quiet center of myself. Standing beside your dreamswas never meant to requirethe burial of my own. You once told methat what drew you to mewas the way I stood whole—independent, unafraid of my own light.You said I inspired youto become better. And so often you saythat I saved…
To say that I’ve never felt like this before sounds like such a cliché. However, it’s true because I have never been the person that I am today. We have both felt the pain of the knife deep within; almost to the point of no return. Scars, with open wounds left behind. Still, I was…
I didn’t fall in love with a stranger on the internet. I didn’t fall in love with the way time escaped us as we were talking. I didn’t fall in love with the color brown because of your eyes. I didn’t fall in love with your boundaries, or the fact that you have boundaries. I…
Your words stung me like a thousand bees. I feel nothing at all, yet I feel everything. You didn’t waste time asking me my favorite color. You seemed interested in really getting to know who I am. I swear I felt our souls touch. I felt electricity, chemistry and energy without even being touched by…
Material Pretense In the moonlight, he’s a Hard Rock Hotel regular, a first-class business owner with a sagging tie and a foot, not broken but bent, tripping over gravity and muddy puddles of cranberry and vodka. In the sunshine, every button is buttoned, every hair lies against his skull like the unscathed Persian silk sheets…
