I’ve forgotten all the times I bit my tongue until it bled I can’t remember how many fires have touched my hands I don’t know how many times in life I have spit something out But I recall very clearly every time a part of you touched my mouth The first time and the last…
Tag: over
Trophy Buck
I’m seriously considering getting a hot glue gun to fill the TSA opening on that second lock but I’m afraid that if I do this it may affect the mechanism of the lock and perhaps prevent the combination that I set from working. This frustrates me. The fact that I have to go to this…
Tipp City Tourist
Just because a chopped down tree doesn’t scream bloody murder Just because you can’t see the tears of the fish on the hook Just because the dead leaves are beautiful in an autumnal yard fire Just because a lobster’s skin is so bright after it’s boiled Just because I’d rather write it down to get…
Keyboard Therapy
Short term sunshine slain Staring out the window at remnants of rain Tasting the opposite of the quiet side of plain He may never come again the wind sang Knowing through experience teetering insane Wishing revisits with nothing new to gain The darkness of evening moments shades the pain He may never come again the wind sang…
Kisses on Scratches
By the way… If I didn’t think that you were good enough we wouldn’t be dating at all. Your actions toward me prove what you would do and actions seldom lie. I’m not trying to… But my gnawing anxiety tells the truth as well. Unless… When I can find it, I will choose peace over…
The Seven Learning Styles
You might have been the best thing for me Like that sharp left turn instead of a slight right Like that phone call before showing up at midnight Like chasing every vodka with water in the streets Like not sleeping with every new man that I meet Like keeping receipts for everything that I buy…
Qui Vive or The Finale
When I hover over myself like a chat bubble In my last text message Suspended Miss me when I’m gone… It’s all I truly want… You love her you live with her you care for her you fuck her But you only confide to me- You want her you feed her you spend all of your time with…
Conceivably at best
Perhaps I don’t perceive how abysmal I smell after sex because I’m used to my own funk. Perhaps I need to pretend to show affection when kindness is shown although I cannot feign my fear of fraudulence. Maybe I am a classic lunatic Maybe I deserve nothing more than agony. Maybe I am the only one to blame Maybe fondness…
Where your chapter ends or Winter Solstice Time
When you wanted to be a caterer, 400 days ago, you promised you wouldn’t talk of marriage But you did, once and again and often until I was overdone Good night sweet heart good night, I bid you adieu When you wanted to be a football coach, probably 10,000 days ago, you had a wife you…
