You told me you felt ugly and I told you that you weren't. I didn’t know how to tell you I used to build dreams about a face like yours. I couldn't find words for the thing your eyes did when you talked about the people you love. I stared at your mouth while you… Continue reading Re: Your Face
Yesterday I was digging through a wine cellar (humble brag) when a splinter from one of the wooden boxes penetrated so deeply into my thumb that I think that chunk of oak is now permanently part of me. It got me thinking: would you rather never get splinters/paper cuts ever again or never have to… Continue reading Would You Rather
We ignited like a wildfire: fast and hot. We didn't work, but we tried. One night I lied awake next to you, my fingertips unsure of whether or not to touch you and I knew it was the end when I started thinking about the way I used to search for you in the dark.… Continue reading Warm
You’re single. Welcome. I’m going to avoid the “you must love yourself before anyone else can” cliché. I have been dumped enough times to know that doesn’t help, but this still won’t be an easy pill to swallow. I used to pride myself in my uncanny ability to forget about a breakup and move on… Continue reading The Tedious Art of Moving On
It’s 7 AM, I’m thinking about your mouth, And every ounce of me is drained / I have considered erasing you, But that hurts just the same / I want to tell you that I still feel your breath on my neck, I’ve been rearranging the words on my tongue / But I am… Continue reading Ghost
Note: For some reason I struggled to hit “publish” on this. When writing personal essays, I have a hard time letting go of humorous undertones like in my most recent post about men I’ve dated and stupid things I’ve done. That said, this will be a little bit of a different read. As always, thank… Continue reading Do You Believe All the Love You’ve Given Will Find Its Way Back to You?