Hi, You've probably expected me to greet you with a name, your real name or the one you chose. However, considering where we have been for the past three (or is it two?) years, I really don't want to call you by your name. I don't really care if you read this or not either. This is me clearing up the air, for myself mostly. If it clears things up for you too, that's good. But that part belongs to you, and I have zero interest in meddling or finding out what you do with this l

To love you is like being Pulled apart by a storm A storm in the shape of you Seared into wishful memories. Flying in all directions, my thoughts Scatter At every glimpse of your Smug little smile Unaware of the power it holds, Destructive yet so fucking beautiful. You don't show that one Not often Not when stares fill The vacant breaths Between “wait” and “go” And maybe a couple of whys. Loud is the world When it demands So is your love, or mine, To be Precise In our wording

It was the blue. The eyes. The sky. The twilight. My name was on a ceiling, A mark left behind To be a speck of history Remembered. Bras were hanging from the ceiling Laughter, drunk, tired. What was the point if it All went up in smoke Washed away by time. His lips on my neck, exciting at first Then his tongue on mine It had felt wrong. The disgraceful taste of First the jaeger, then the mouthwash Mixed between my teeth and spat out. Deep down, I must have felt The cold judg

[Wow... it's been a while since I've last published anything here. Life happened, I guess. This is me trying to get my creative juices flowing again. Trying prose poetry and possibly failing but here we go.] I need you. I know it's stupid. I know it's dumb. That was a dumb way to start. But I need you To bring me back to myself Like the sun brings the warmth Back into the hearts of Lovers and the lost. That's what I am, Lost... and loving. Maybe it's ridiculous. Stupid in so