I sat with old
(oldest?)
friends and raised my glass, cobbled together a toast
these are the best years enjoy
I was twenty-two.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
As a child, I fervently imagined falling in love with someone.
It is nothing like I'd imagined.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
In a different life maybe I would be too skinny and my arms would be cut up and I'd be with the wrong crowd swallowing the wrong pills and maybe you'd see how much you hurt me reflected in how much I hurt myself.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
Heart versus mind, heart versus mind. The click-click of heeled boots on a tiled floor or tears shed in the arms of a best friend. Style, sophistication, or familiarity.
Welcome to the tearing apart of a girl.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
hands shaking, you pack; tremulously, knees drawn in to your chest in in a way that suggests self defense
you are leaving because you can no longer stop yourself from drawing your sword, from cutting into him deeply, blade to bone
you have been here before you know that no one deserves this
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC