I think I get it now.
I think I understand why it happened this way.
Why I fell so hard down that hidden hole that it seemed like I was sinking into a cement sandbox. And every step was a collision between the angry earth and my stubborn soul. And every breath was a force of fucking nature. And every thought was a weapon of self-destruction.
Romance is dead. Connection is dying. Caught in the claws of this fast-paced, full-fazed, force-fed addiction we have to movement and progress and climax. This need to get from point A to point Z before the empty applause dies down from our news feeds. Trying to snap our way into a silent love story. Soaking in as little as we can before it all fades away… (more…)
Take me for a walk.
Not the perfectly paved kind, or the ones with lines and stripes on the sides.
No crossing guards or flashing lights.
No guided paths or harmless handrails.
I don’t want your picture perfect.
I don’t want your finished and flawless.
There is no color correction or auto detection that can expand or extend my love and affection.
I’ve always believed that words could be weapons but never felt the stab of steel sentences until you showed me your swordsmanship. And damn. It cut deep. Split me wide open and sliced through my paper-plated heart. (more…)
Next time I’ll be better.
I’ll do different things.
And do things differently. (more…)
How close should I stand?
How near should you keep me?
What’s the distance of least resistance that will keep this love in existence? (more…)
This love is too big… so let’s break it.
Meet it with lies and greet it with lacerations.
Smash every sentiment and slash every sound. (more…)
Wild and free.
Racing toward my unmistakable me. (more…)
Tonight I’m gonna write my eyes out. And let my sentences put me to sleep. Dozing as my fingers cry out. Drifting between destiny and dream.
Pouring my heart onto paper. Scrawling my soul into sand. Erasing the faces of safer. Tracing the tolls of my hands. (more…)