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
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?
This is not going to be very cohesive. I’m not entirely sure why I’m writing this besides to look back on it in a handful of years and reminisce on a time when I was more fun. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy my testimony of dating in my 20's (unless you are my mom,… Continue reading An Anthology of What Could Have Been