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 Oct 2017
BR
Between you and me,
I see it;
Ink black, can't-take-it-back,
-Indecent.
Words you'll later swear you didn't mean,
But I'll feel them,
Sinking deeply,
Steeply,
Creeping in between each of the promises you made to me,
Infinitesimally small,
Like the space between me and the wall you broke your fingers on.

I am not the idealistic dream you fell in love with me to be,
And I am not breaking your heart by breaking the frame you pushed mine into.

I am a living, breathing, incandescent human being

-and I need you.
 Jun 2017
Savannah Charlish
I've heard a lot about heart break being at 3am, insomniac nights filled with silently sobbing into pillows and when sleep finally comes, it is only greeted with stabs of loneliness when the cold realization floods in that you are waking up alone.

But they forget to mention that it happens walking down the middle of the sidewalk at 2pm when you're supposed to meet a friend for coffee and you see a face that's a distorted version of his because your heart is so desperate for him that it starts to try to find him in strangers.

They don't tell you that it happens six months later when you're starting to feel good again and you accidentally hear that he's dating someone new and it sends you spiraling down into the crushing weight that he doesn't love you anymore and suddenly you're not eating again and the man who works at the liquor store makes a comment about your drinking habits.

No one talks about it happening when you start falling in love with someone else and you're sorting through your computer and stumble across the album of pictures of him that you haven't looked at since the breakup a year ago and you think you're strong enough to see his face and you realize how desperately you loved him but it still wasn't enough for him to stay.

People fail to say that it happens at your best moments when you are so full of life and love and joy that all that can radiate from your smile is the strength that conquered demons and you see all the beauty that is around you and you remember the person that you always wanted to share this moment with has decided he wants nothing to do with you anymore.
 May 2017
Softly Spoken
A haptic response
Lightly tactile
From something as
soft as your breathe
As gentle as your eye
Tracing lines over me
Repainting your memories
With laughter
As I reorient mine
To the curvature of your smile
We lie back to back
Connected
Fingers entwined
But not carnal
unattached
With finality I understand that
I now no longer seek
What you cannot give
My purpose made clear
To care for your heart
From afar
As none but I can
Because I dowse and define
What this means to me
With care for myself
I carve away these old memories
Destroy the internal shrine
Free this heart once entombed
By my loss and my fear
Unbidden, one perfect tear
Traces a salt line to my lips
To rest in my smile
A haptic response
The soft flow of breathe
Gently tactile
Like love undefined
I think I inadvertently freed myself.. not sure at what point this happened, but I'm grateful
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