Beloved, To tear myself away from you is nothing short of sin. Your voice like a single melting marshmallow, like warm custard on the sides of a saucepan: soft, sweet, a mouth hug. Only I know how it is to love you and not have you. Challenge me with this. Show me one other human…
Tag: Beauty
What to do with a beautiful thing
Nobody speaks of the woman so beautiful the sight of her brings tears to men’s eyes. Nobody speaks of her anymore; the woman with hair like the monsoon; her lips like ripe figs left too long on the vine. Nobody says a thing tonight of her walking the streets in red, a blur of a…
Hara-kiri
The disaster they call love is the disaster I call you.
“She was real and imaginary all at once…”
Wherever you lay your hat, that’s your home. Home is where the heart is. As long as you’ve got family, you’ve got a home. You’re always hearing things like that. As a child, you believe home is the place you go after you’re done with school. The place with the bed, and dinner, and mum….
I don’t know what else to do, so I am turning you into a poem
I don’t know what else to do So I am turning you into a poem I am here to remind you That is what you were made for The girl whose hands turned my blood to gold You are a poem I can no longer say out loud But inside inside me your name is…
Twenty epiphanies. One night alone on the Twitterverse.
1. If you’re still checking their Twitter TL, Facebook or Instagram, you’re not over them. Truth. 2. Letting yourself be vulnerable with someone is incredibly frightening. And most times, completely worth it. 3. If someone treats you badly and you let them, you’re the abuser. Not them. 4. I am learning that shallowness, like depth…
“People are hungry, and one good word is a bread for a thousand.”
One word is candy. Many words is a meal. I believe that you always get back more than you give. That came to hold true once again a few weeks ago when I put out some of my favorite words and asked people on Twitter to tell me some of theirs. These were words we…
Red is another name for you
She wears crimson like it was made just for her. The other women want their money back now But it’s fine. We’ll pay them with the million we got from the way you look today, baby.
You are going to live inside my skin
It has never been as difficult as it is tonight to leave your side. I watch my heart stretch like pizza cheese, like chewing gum. One half lodged inside my chest and the other half stuck to a stray lock of your hair. It will not break; a muscle of steel. You are walking away…
