'dance' Vulnerability Is just another place to hide nobody will ever know if I'm showing it all or if I'm holding part back I throw out my heart with the trash and hang myself on the line, just a sheet waving in the wind it looks like the water here isn't getting the laundry clean … Continue reading Dance
This is not a poem, a story, something for people to read and congratulate. I'm writing this here and I'll read it to you whenever I can and years from now when you need reminding you can come back to see what I really feel about you. I saw you, the way you really are. … Continue reading Permanent Record
I keep digging in my ears trying to stop this feeling of lost dreams burrowing into my eardrums, I have aches in my neck from sadness that passed twenty years ago but the ache in my neck keeps coming back, a little nudge from my consciousness that, yes, those things happened, yes, you were abused … Continue reading Digging
I wish I could tell you that it goes away, that it gets better, that you'll get over it.
My dreams of my lover are true. They're real.
I hate to kill you, I'd hate to die, you seem a decent fellow as well