You win, you’ve won. And how could you not? You have years. I have hours. He loves you for the past. He could have loved me for the future but the past, your past together is more important. It calls to him in his sleep. It haunts him in the daylight. I am a dream…Read more To Her
I got my first tattoo a few days ago. Until I walked into the tattoo parlor, I would have sworn that I would never mark my body like that. I would have told you that tattoos are vulgar and that people who get them are bound to regret them at some point. Maybe they are…Read more Markings
You left, but you left pieces of you behind: A shirt, a pair of socks, your crappy beer, a dent in my bed Where you used to lay. You took pieces of me with you. I’d like them back please.
I woke last night from a dream of you holding me. I could still feel your hand on my hip, your chest against my back, the weight of you beside me. I miss your touch, the feel of you. The brush of your arm as we pass in the kitchen, your hand on my…Read more Touch
So, three days after I wrote Outside of Reason, and two days after I shared it with him and he told me he cried, he dumped me for her. By text message. A few hours, and a really nice bottle of Viognier later, I dumped him, rather more publicly on Facebook. He unfriended me. I don't…Read more I still love you…
I am so in love with this man that I am outside of reason. Not unreasonable. Reason stands in the corner, staring at me, blinking calm grey eyes and saying, “This is folly.” No, I am outside of reason, beyond reason’s borders, in the hedges, lost in the woods. I hear reason and I understand,…Read more Outside of Reason