but it was necessary
tired and banal
but necessary

washing dishes
telling the hoods across the street
they can't smoke by my mailbox

isn't it all so tiring?
but as I wait for tomorrow
while the dryer finishes

I feel nothing
it just is it is what it is
I do it and then its done

life should be more beautiful
more magical
than this

You all inspire me to write and you excite me with your creative minds
But when my excited fingers reach my keyboard
I think of nothing to write about
The feeling is nothing but depressing.

Did I just see a shadow move?
I think I did...
I guess that's that what shadows do?
Move around.  Silently. ominously.
From the wall in front of your eyes,
To the ones at the back of your mind.

i miss
         the smell of your hair
         the texture of your skin
         your arms around my waist
         the music you would play
         the comfort of your bed
         your hand on my thigh
         the safety in your eyes
         the cupcakes on my porch
         your slightly curved spine
         the way you shout my name
         the way you text me where i am
         your fingers around my neck
         the bruises on my ribs
         the pain in my shoulders
         your fists against my skin

i put the things
you gave me
at the top
of my closet

so i don't have to look
so i don't have to think

i don't love you anymore

(i'm sorry i broke it)

"you're a sad girl
a man's achilles heel"


it doesn't help.

you said you couldn't
fall in love

did you mean
with me
or someone else?

i would like to think there's
some kind of hope
some kind of light
some kind of love
that we can share
when we are less
broken

i don't want to fix you
but maybe
i can help you
to pick up the pieces
and buy the glue
that i know will work
because i have
used it
before