Hello my old friend No need to kneel or strip, the hurt will be of a different kind today. Are you excited? I know Im looking forward to it. I would ask how you’ve been but then I would have to endure one of your vapid monologues on how important you are and exhausted […]
Good guy, Men who use the internet to scope out innocent victims are cowards. You can shape who and what you are in a very deceitful way in order to force someone to love you. To make me think that our connection is something special. You meticulously brainwashed me through a screen to get what […]
Dear X, I miss you. It hurts. I left you. But it was like leaving a sepulcher. I miss that tomb. Like a womb. You. The regime. Knowing my place. Not knowing my place. The unexpected. Expecting it. Shocked by it. Numbed by it. Soothed by it. The regime. The blame. The fear. And […]
You are romance and poetry and passion. You are seduction and fantasy and imagery. You are the subjunctive voice, personified. Your truth draws me to you, like a current. I slip into it, unwittingly. We are tethered. Inevitably, my languorous slide tangles in other, inexorable truths. I am startled, moored, again.
To My Ex on His Wedding Day… I remember the night we met so well. You completely charmed me and told my friend you were in love with me. We spent an entire evening dancing and talking, but then lost each other in a bar at the end of the evening. Who knew […]