You say things to me that hold a bite. But I think you need them spoken aloud to remind yourself to not cross a line with me. -Jan 2020
I like the stubble on your jaw and your broken one-too-many-times nose. I like how good you are at telling stories. I like how your arms feel wrapped around me and when you pull me into your chest. I like that you’re ticklish. I like having you on my mind I like that I get to call you mine. …
I don’t know where you go when you’re away from me. One minute you’re here and the next there’s a mile wide wall between us built with pebbles and stones of misplaced anger and insecurity. I test the wall’s strength with jokes and try to chip away at the concrete with sweet words and a reassuring hand.
You have shaped me. I am brash to combat your meekness. Your strength is so quiet I sometimes discredit its perseverance. Mine is hot and loud. But there are times the flames can dwindle so low I’m not even sure they’re even there. Even so, I’ve made sure your silence will never be in my library of responses.
I have no qualms about speaking up when your politeness squeezes your throat. I will make your voice heard to those dressing you up with their own ideals. I may approach a subject as delicate as a bull charging red but I am on your side even if I do not share your finesse.
You’ll need to have enough patience for two because I’m always losing mine. Sometimes I’ll pull out my hair from all the stress. I can’t always keep my cool so I’ll clam up in frustration fearful that I could shout something I’d regret. I think being late is a sign of disrespect and I don’t like to change my…
She taped a note to my lunchbox, “I love you, Be a Good Little Girl”. Day after day, year after year, always the same. But he isn’t listening again. She shakes her head but does not move her lips. Listen closely, this is when she is saying the most. It is when she keeps quiet instead of telling him what…
I tried to avoid this Barricading the door. But I let you in through the window anyway. You left just as silently as you came. Two years later you’re knocking again But I can’t get hurt this time.
Wrap your arms around me and I’ll do the same with my thighs. First touch and your blood rushes in. One look from you and my heart’s ready to break free from its cage. You shiver when I kiss you there but our love will burn up these sheets. -Nov 2019
How many times must I play the fool for you to finally see that I’m only Longing for you? I’ll keep putting myself through this pain If you make it worth it in the end. -Nov 2019