There are still, in the end, atoms shivering between us. In this way none of us ever really touch.
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I have long since forgiven your lies. I have long since forgiven my body for failing, for breaking. Maybe forgiveness is transitive.
I wake and I am a burning mahogany. And what I mean is there are days I am engulfed. Other mornings I wake and I am most like the horizon.
If you break her heart, I will hear it snap with the ear I pressed against her motherβs belly.
They say the way to a manβs heart is through his stomach. There is no proverb about the way to a womanβs heart. The way into her is more important.
My thighs say: We donβt want your praise, man on the street cornerβ¦ man in the parking garageβ¦ man in Walgreens while weβre buying tamponsβ¦
You, big lady, were the only Disney character who ever looked like me. And while you may not have had the waistline of a princess, Iβll be goddamned if you didnβt have the swagger of a queen.
The first time I saw her, everything in my head went quiet.
Donβt know what it is to get lost in someone and not lose yourself.
Love is a sandwich. Both are silly little things that we created. We put both in our mouths.
I wish you unlocked doors // meals prepared side by side // I wish you concerts under stars // with someone you love.
