He called me beautiful.
He called me strong.
He examined the scars on my heart and deemed them a worthy part of me.
When I learned to stand again,
I swore to walk on my own.
Now he promises to stand at my side and
Go wherever I may go.
Build a life with me.
What have I done to deserve this?
This kindness you offer asks no retribution.
Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
the bathrooms need cleaned and we're out of milk
there's dust on every surface
two weeks' worth of laundry in a corner of the bedroom while
I sit in the basement playing games and watching a
tv show at the same time to shut off the feeling that
I should be doing better than this
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 10:23 PM UTC
He likes the clouds
Slowly shifting spinning circles showing
Shapes solely he sees
What beauty does he see
In a storm-cloudy mind
What form does he see
Fit to call me “perfect?”
I like the stars
Pictures cut through the night sky
I see as the past prescribes.
I do not know what he sees in me,
But how I love
His careful consideration
The wonder in his eyes
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
Scratching your back until you fall asleep
Your breathing deepens and
The gentle rumbling starts in your chest.
When I am sure you are asleep I
Whisper the words that burst
From my chest.
"i love you."
But if I am stealing this time of ours,
Loving you when I swore to myself I wouldn't,
Even your promises to stay may not hold truth.
The moments I spend with you are bliss.
The time between is riddled with questions
"will you leave me?"
But while you are still, briefly, mine,
It is enough to push the thoughts to the back of my mind,
Submit my body to yours,
And, when you are sated,
Scratch your back until you fall asleep.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 5:21 PM UTC
My dear
Your body is yours to give
But is never anyone else’s to take
Beware the sweet words they will use
To try to win you over
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
I can fold your sweatshirt into
a tidy package and send it back
across state lines
but what do I do with the memories?
I long to return the feeling of your arms around me as you sleep.
I can pack away the necklace you gave me
but when rain falls, its music speaks your name
When will the summer air stop tasting of you, too?
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
Home is
Longing for a different view
Sitting in a tiny bedroom, watching the birds fly
Envious of their freedom
Anywhere else I
Feel the incessant tug of my family that want me back
Simultaneously longing for the Friday night card games
And laughing with my mother
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
Your body is a sanctuary
I look at you and
I see the places you have gone
Your body is a spaceship
What textures have traveled beneath your fingertips?
What sights have you seen?
I worship at your temple
Bless me with yourself
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
to be loved in the open
this is all I can ask
as a girl who has been
kissed only in dark corners
pushed out of view at the last second
always unclaimed
the darkest days were the ones where
old loves pretended not to know how they knew me
my body felt used and cheap
discarded. my dear,
I ask to be loved in the light
and claimed
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
there are sounds
that come and go
without ever announcing
they won't be back:
the last clap of thunder
in a raging storm
quietly dissipating
into silence
we don't notice the quiet until the sun shines anew
in similar fashion
the last words
of a person I loved
filtered through my ear
without any fanfare
leaving me to regret forever
the things I'll never say to him
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC