Homesick

It’s funny how I always end up here, on Broadmor street. Every time I feel more pain than I can handle I drive to my old house to end it, or maybe for a second to breath since I never end up doing it. I’m afraid to say these things out loud, but then I … More Homesick

Dear Lover,

You ask me why I’m such a cynic, why I don’t think about our future, why I’m so cold. Because all love stories end the same, morose way. I told you from the start I didn’t believe in love, I told you my heart was out of service. You don’t listen when I say I’ve … More Dear Lover,

Runaway

Just a drop, just a sliver, just a taste to release a shiver. Pressure building in my temples, I have you to thank for the way I begin to tremble. Unfriended, unfollowed, lost the connection I guess it was borrowed. I look to the sun for hope, hidden by clouds I trudge around and mope. … More Runaway

Dreams

It’s the same dream every night. You come back. You tell me you love me and you’re sorry for leaving me in the dark with demons you know I can’t handle. I run my fingers through your hair and crave those green eyes. I’ve missed you I utter over the lump in my throat. And … More Dreams

Mine

she tastes like strawberries and cream her bones are wrapped carefully in soft layers of skin moans and sighs slip out of her pink lips that make a man twist and contort in agony agony only at the restraint not to consume her very being her body curves like art the little blonde hairs along … More Mine

Goodbye

I see you now for what you are and that is small and weak and pitiful. I will always cherish the lessons you taught me and I will always thank you for the strength you gave me. You stripped me of my worth and my dignity and it created the power and the resilience I … More Goodbye

Fantasy

When I was little I used to fantasize about living inside the beautiful little painted houses on cheap drugstore cards. I would imagine the smells of the freshly cut grass and the chirping birds singing by the bird bath. How the chimney would curl with wisps of the family fire as a home cooked meal … More Fantasy

My Funeral 

Soft lips and sea colored eyes, you are the subject of my demise. He pulled me in with a devilish smile and told me, “take off your shoes and stay for a while”.  And I knew it was wrong and I knew he was trouble, but I laid beside him, and let myself be buried six … More My Funeral