It was pitch black. His heart that is. I knew his heart was pretty dark when we met, but I thought I would be the one to peel away the smothering black walls to give him some air, expose him to some light. I considered myself to be a very positive person and I, using … Continue reading Pitch Black.
I plop into bed, fully clothed. I wrap myself in my white, plush covers — comfortable enough to fall fast asleep. But of course, my mind had other plans. It had plans to stare at the wall in front of me and recount everything I could have done differently to lead a better life. A … Continue reading Blank Walls
And here we are, standing face to face again as if we never knew each other- as if your hand never tenderly caressed my face or anything further. We stood there staring at each other with blank expressions and uneasy eyes like we never spoke the words I love you more than one can remember, … Continue reading The Coffee Shop
Every time you look at him, your heart sinks. You know his facial features gently resemble his mother’s rapist and when she couldn’t stand to look at his tense eyes or dimpled chin anymore, she ran scorching hot bath water and put him in the tub head first. You know she tried to burn the … Continue reading Permanent Burns
Saturday, August 18, 2012, I met you for the first time. I was so excited to meet you because everyone I surrounded myself with loved you and in the past always questioned if I knew who you were. I never did. Until now. When I laid eyes on you, excitement rushed over me with what … Continue reading Liquid is All You Were