Sunday, February 28


Where do we go from here?

Jumbled mumbled out of this world words
Two steps forward, 8 steps backward.
Listens intently as you speak the words
the words she can't understand or so she says.

Truth is, she can.
Wrapped up in a web of ideas
Intertwined in what-ifs
Refuses to just accept it.

Hold out your hand.
Give her one last squeeze.
As if saying, "Goodbye, I'm sorry that we can never be."
And then it collapses.

Sunday, February 7


Clear and distinct
I can feel it
Different sides
Different stories

That's why you just can't seem to love me-
even though you can.

Thursday, February 4

no difference

you looked at me today and you asked me a question.
you didn't look at me the same way.
i didn't look at you the same way i used to.

goodbye old you.
hello new you.

this breaks my heart.