As a child I lived like a tortoise, my home hitched up on my back, neatly packed away in an overnight bag. Never belonging, but always moving. Back and forth, back and forth. The reality of a joint-custody divorce. At eighteen, I met a boy who promised me home lived within the two of us.… Continue reading Home.
I remember your hands. The roughness of your fingertips, tinged in illegal cigarettes, and your palms – soft and warm. My own felt small and infantile, eclipsed by yours. At times, I felt eclipsed by you entirely. I thought that we were made for each other, the way that my head hit just beneath your… Continue reading Hands
Sorry for the mess She lives here With her weary eyes With her sweaty palms Her nails chewed down to the nub She doesn’t paint them anymore Not worth it Sorry for the mess She lives here With her disheveled hair With the sweater she’s worn for weeks Her body too fatigued to care The… Continue reading Mess
I am delicate like the morning The gentle sun kissing your cheek Warming your soul After the darkest of nights I am destructive like a fire Burning you down From the inside out Only when you deserve it I want to be that morning sun Every day you wake To kiss you when you’re weeping… Continue reading Burn
My body is mine My body with its curves You say in all the improper places Is mine My body that widened After giving life itself Is mine My body with its scars Seen and unseen Scars from the men I’ve shared it with Scars from the words of people I’ve never known My body… Continue reading Mine
That playlist I made for you is humming I see you I feel everything Like a deep pool I’m sinking Gently moving Through your eyes I hear that melody Warm in my car The sweet sound of that moment You looking at me Like I am everything Warm in my car Your hand on my… Continue reading The Year of Us
You left me in the rain that night The universe unsympathetic of my broken heart I could have let every tiny drop swallow me whole But I didn’t let them touch me Because I love even the broken bits Even the selfish bits you gave me My love for you is pouring out of me… Continue reading Not Yours