You are all round corners.
There are no harsh edges to speak of.
You are the deepest, clearest blue sky
with no end to be found
Only continued softness
that pushes back at me like a pulse.
All of your obscure lines and contours
beg to be touched because of their rarity.
I beg to touch them.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
counting down the minutes until it is no longer too early to go to bed.
sitting by the phone, considering how desperate is "too desperate."
drinking an entire bottle of wine by yourself and barely getting drunk because it's not the first time it has happened.
pacing.
floor laying.
tile counting.
wondering if it can ever really be "too early" for bed.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
i am strong.
i am patient.
i am brave.
what doesn't **** me--
wears me down to my barest bones.
breaks my will.
makes me stronger.
like building muscle-
wearing down each tendon, each fiber.
until it hurts.
until it no longer works.
Slowly it will rebuild itself.
And so will my pride.
my dignity.
My Power.
I am Strong.
I am Patient.
I am Brave.
What hasn't killed me-
has made me Stronger.
You lose, Claire.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
I miss your lips against my lips.
Your hands on my hands.
My knees on your knees.
My nose on your neck.
Your eyes and my eyes.
And that being ok.
Sleep?
I miss sleep.
With you.
I miss hugging
and laughing
and being
with you.
I miss your lips against my lips.
I miss your hips against my hips.
I miss your face and my face.
and our noses inches apart.
And our eyes.
And our hands.
Inches.
Inches.
Touching
inches
at a time.
Slowly.
Barely.
I miss your lips against my lips.
Your hands on my hands.
Your eyes and my eyes.
Can I come over?
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC