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Sep 2018 · 147
Naked Writing Sep 2018
just because
they don’t love you
how you want
them to
does not mean
they do
love you
the best way
they know
Sep 2018 · 198
Naked Writing Sep 2018
sometimes I don’t want
to look for silver linings
or talk about timing
how things work out
as they should

sometimes I want to simply
sit down with
look it in the eye
acknowledge why it’s there
without assigning it
some universal meaning
I want to tell it, I wanted that so badly
without hearing reasons
why it couldn’t be

it is what it is
it isn’t what it never was
and I
am disappointed
Sep 2018 · 97
Naked Writing Sep 2018
I finally learned how
to feel good alone
and pull up barstools
on my own
and that love comes
from many different places

then I saw a grey-haired
couple on the street
he looked at her
like you once looked at me
I didn’t know how much heartache could come
from unfamiliar faces
Sep 2018 · 251
Naked Writing Sep 2018
we learned in science class
that pressure
makes diamonds
out of coal
there is so much pressure
to be perfect
I don’t want to be
a flawless cushion cut
bought from a velvet case
where I was kept on display

I want to be
the seafoam green
smooth center edges sharp
ocean tumbled piece of sea glass
someone discovers
on the shore
and says, she is imperfect
but she is exactly
what I’ve been looking for
Sep 2018 · 161
Naked Writing Sep 2018
I hope
wake up
for everything
you have
it is
right now
you are
Jan 2018 · 575
Naked Writing Jan 2018
You slide into my inbox
and I roll my eyes
thinking how our ancestors
would roll in their graves
under wildly blooming roses
the kind of fragrant bouquets
they gave one another
on a first date
a gesture of courtship and respect

they would be so disappointed
in the way their Shakespearean love
has devolved
into self-involved
lazy digital foreplay

you can save your DM
for someone else;
I will continue waiting
for my rose.
Insta: @nakedwriting
Jan 2018 · 266
Naked Writing Jan 2018
My throat closes
when I think of you now
I loved you once—
I wanted you every day—
and part of me loves you still
but it would **** me
to have you

isn't it funny
how something that was once good for us
can become the death of us
a design by God—
or science—
who knows

we wake up one day
and our bodies have evolved
to reject even one taste
so violently
that it would be a delicate tango
between life and death—
Russian roulette—
to ever have you
Insta: @nakedwriting
Nov 2017 · 358
Naked Writing Nov 2017
runs rivers down
the planes of my face
drip dropping
to the asphalt
and sizzling there;

I wonder if it's true
that I could fry an egg
on the tarry New York sidewalk
melting under my feet

I think I'd like to try
I think I'd also prefer to be that egg
in the cool air of aisle 9
where someone will pick it up
and take it home
and make pancakes
with the person they love
Insta: @nakedwriting
Nov 2017 · 513
Naked Writing Nov 2017
is not about standing tall
after you've climbed up
the top of a mountain

is looking
in the eye
and saying, "no
not today"

is standing back up
after you've been brought down
to your knees
Insta: @nakedwriting
Nov 2017 · 329
Naked Writing Nov 2017
soulmates become strangers—
and that is how
their fairytale ends.
Insta: @nakedwriting
Nov 2017 · 195
Naked Writing Nov 2017
I want to be seen,
but you're seeing me,
so I hide.

I want to be held,
but you're holding me,
and I fold.

I want to be heard,
but you're hearing me,
so I silence.

I want to be loved,
but you're loving me,
and I run.
Insta: @nakedwriting
Nov 2017 · 760
3 AM
Naked Writing Nov 2017
Half an orange
to help me sleep
to help me not think of you
to help me shut down my brain
like a laptop that's been left on
for two weeks straight

I break an orange pill in half
tonight I hope it's all I need
to help me sleep
I toss it back
I hope it doesn't get caught
in the corners of my throat
like all the words
I cannot say out loud

I take pills
because there's not enough wine
to drown out my thinking
not enough meditation
to quiet the constant hum

I long for a day
when sleep did not escape me
the night before
Insta: @nakedwriting
Nov 2017 · 642
Naked Writing Nov 2017
Before you gave me a home,
you gave me life.

I was born to you, but
before you gave me the world
you gave me a home,
within you.

There I lived,
within and then without you—
though you are never far from me.

I carry you within myself
as you once carried me.
I carry you within my heart

I would be a part of nothing today
had I not once been a part of you.
Insta: @nakedwriting

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