This town is a song about you. A melody of dead-end streets and off-step beats that my feet have all but memorized alongside all your tone-deaf lies. The quickstep notes of drawn-out nights and cymbal clang of booming fights set off by your much-too-short fuse and painting me in shades of blues. Lyrics lurk in worn-out…
Tag: love
for love of butterflies
In order to loveI havesurrendered the part of myselfwith the softest and most delicateskin. A simple touch will bruise andif the nails are sharp they cancomfortablytear it apart. Mine is a prayerwhispered quietly intomirrored hands. Yours isan explosivebursting with the potential toscatter me.
The Love Eaters
Dear Friend, when was it you began to fear solitude? To see the entry and exit of blood and breath, the coming and going of life and death as waste if performed in the absence of a lover’s face; From the start, were the spaces between our fingers spread apart to make us crave the…
Stranger, Stranger
In truth, it starts to ache at times— The wear and tear of all these years stripped and laid bare eventually. Anchored at first by steady hands, rough sand smoothed into fragile gems that stem and then flower beautifully. Was it then that we first learned to lie? Blinding words of trust and submission as…
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