December 2011
december.
i have never wanted so much to be someone easier to love. i lay in my bed, and lean on the windows of my car while we drive in the rain, i sit on my couches with my cats in my lap, i brush my teeth and wash my face, i tie my hair, i listen to my sisters, and my brother, and my friends, i hold out for a moment to ask them how to be better, and doing all this i ache, wanting to be a better person....
december.23.2011
the sun would reflect in the mirror of my house and i would wait on your words, dripping from them like a popsicle on a day like that. we were a summer blooming plant. our vines hesitated to come together but slowly did. we put in the effort, we strained our backs making sure we took. we grew white flowers along ourselves to cover the faint scars we had left on each other. sometimes we blossomed...
december.15.2011
red nail polish tips over and you look at me like i have everything you need. you mention to The Alchemist on my bedside table, ‘you are my personal legend.’ the dust in front of me circles, ‘i haven’t read it yet.’ your eyes rest on me, you still hope that i will take up the space in you. you take your hands out of your pockets as i slip mine under the covers. you...
