she always wanted the windows open
I found myself telling her
perhaps too often
all she was doing was raising the power bill
"A small price to pay for happiness."
I can still hear her
she started putting small plants in the window sills
call it a preemptive strike against
attempts to lower the power bills
she wasn't even that great at tending to them but
it was a small price to pay for happiness
there were days I caught her
staring into the bright white of the ceiling
so quiet and still
as if she were seeing her entire life play out in its dimples
occasionally I would catch tiny tears rolling down her soft cheeks
and I would pay any price for her happiness.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 2:45 AM UTC
you heard me through the floorboards
as they whined beneath your feet
tiny cries for help
seeping through the pine
I'm stuck in the crawlspace of my mind
and the oxygen is running low
you sprawl out on the floor
you tell me, softly, you're there
and that I'm not in this alone
but you don't love me enough
to pry the floor apart
I am slowly fading
but you're there
you're there.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
I don't think you love me
but I don't know
how to let you go
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
she has this terrible habit
of attempting to explain her feelings
when someone has hurt them
as if it will magically make them understand
her pain
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC