my memories spill out
like the waves spill over onto the sandy shores -
overwhelmingly and without caution.
I could pick you apart in every crowded room.
I could close my eyes and point to every freckle on your body,
every place it hurts to be reminded that you are empty, but alive.
we’ve touched each other with more than just our hands.
but it’s over.
it’s over now.
Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.
If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.
hickeys are beautiful because they are the only time a bruise results from love and affection rather than harm
Cautiously, I allowed
myself to feel good
I found moments of
peace in cheap
just staring at the
knobs of some
or listening to the
rain in the
The less I needed,
the better I