The map is molested with marks of all the places we tried to make our love work
When my Being began suffocating you in our 500 sq ft apartment,
we thought a two bedroom townhouse in the concrete confines of the financial district would be enough
space to assuage the wolf inside you longing to lone.
When that wasn’t enough, we tried two buildings.
One for office, one for home. Ostensibly together, but with two separate addresses.
We thought one place for dwelling and one for thinking would be enough
to calm the raging fire protecting your heart.
When that wasn’t enough we flew south,
where the promise of sun and cloudless skies breathed hope into our little love’s lungs.
We thought the heat would be enough
to melt the ice hardening in your eyes.
When the sun wasn’t enough to heal like our fantasy promised, I flew to another continent.
We thought 1000 miles of coast between us would be enough
To remind us why we started. Let him miss you, they told me.
When the desperate separateness of two separate continents
wasn’t enough to reunite us
like I never thought it would,
we finally capitulated to having two separate lives.
Would another move have been enough? Another perfect permutation of distance to heal the distance between our hearts?
We’ll never know
Enough was never enough
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
part of me
misses you
and all of me
misses parts of you
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
Try
compliments
instead of
insults
and watch me
bloom
for you
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
It turned out to be true
I never did love anyone like that again
No one ever did love me like that again
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 5:54 PM UTC
the venom you spit
comes from the insecurities you hold
because someone didn't love you enough
to teach you to love yourself
and that you're enough
so now I pay the price
and I won't
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC
The night and I are not friends.
Yes it may hide my shadows,
but it forces Loneliness and I to cuddle up
in the most uncomfortable way.
Loneliness hogs the sheets, if you know what I mean.
I much prefer the day,
which reveals the shadows I’m already familiar with
and let’s me flirt with them at different angles,
depending on where the sun is playing.
No, the night and I aren’t friends
and so I hide from it quite literally under my covers
equipped with something bubbly
to numb the reminder that,
well,
I am alone under these covers.
You see in the day time it’s quite acceptable to walk alone
among the people.
But at night,
I mean it’s
Table for two?
Are you here alone?
A pretty girl like you should have a date to an event like this.
So rather than deal with the looks
I retreat to my bathtub
like it’s something to do.
Meanwhile I’m scrubbing away
the sins of the day
of the monster that roams my office hallways,
or so they tell me.
Really though,
you are alone.
And I am alone
in my bathtub.
No hiding
from the nakedness
after the bubbles dissipate.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
The leaves have changed only once
since I left you.
From dead to living,
just like me.
Here they are,
ready to die again.
Just like me.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
It’s been nine months
We could’ve had a baby in that time
Instead we had a divorce
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC