Behind my back, I eavesdrop on them talking. I’m so this, Or I deserve that, That kind of thing Replays like a broken record On repeat. I’ve… Read more “The Rumor Mill”
Tag: prose
No Change For Romance
I adjust my collar,wipe the sweat from my brow,as my reflections roam southbound,I shudder with sobsthrough weary eyes,scrutinizing what I saidbefore I head to bed.I miss what… Read more “No Change For Romance”
Crawling Back First-Class
You arrived undercover,from a first-class flight,of darkness, seeing mewith someone who wasn’t you,you threatened to stranglethe lies from the frozen lakethat is my heart. But we both… Read more “Crawling Back First-Class”
Wedding Nerves
Time was of the essence,but no one seemed to know.It must have slipped her mind;it almost did mine.I bargained for morethan I expected.I could have leftwith my… Read more “Wedding Nerves”
Arguing Over Contradictions
Should Ifeel badfor you?Don’t forgetYou shouldknow betterthan tomanipulate situations,especially whenI alreadyknow thefull story.Yet herewe areplaying thischarade asthough wedon’t knowwhat youdid latelast night.Erased timesof inhibitionover deliberateset firescontradicting whatI… Read more “Arguing Over Contradictions”
Over Loneliness
Our love is a riot,an uphill battle we’d do wellto fight off the demons of doubt.Your slender frametucked in my muscular armsrelax your nerves through a soft… Read more “Over Loneliness”
Fancy Meeting You Here
A frustration I didn’t know existedescaped as a shriek between my lipsbefore shivers crawled the length of my spineand startled my misery into secrecy.I struggled with my… Read more “Fancy Meeting You Here”
I Surrender to You
I outsmarted the cops,trailing me to the station.Guilt tripped me over shame.I collided with the crime of breaking your heart.Handcuffed to my scars,and indicted with stealingyour kisses… Read more “I Surrender to You”
Wife Material
The story of my life was me at a barsearching for a one-night stand.The hunt was on.I moved through a thick crowd of patrons,brushing my hand against… Read more “Wife Material”
Sex in Semantics
Who are we kidding?We’re scary kids,scaring fucking crazy kids.We kicked dust traveling on a summer drive;hands intertwined,gears grease our mindsas my fingers crawl under your autumn dressas… Read more “Sex in Semantics”
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