This New Yorker I met who was best friends with my boyfriend. This New Yorker I met who went behind my boyfriend’s back to ask me for nudes. This New Yorker I met who was so blinded by lust, that he was losing himself. This New Yorker I met who found himself within a couple …
Eric, but with a silent “H”. Erich, far from silent. That H stands for something. It stands for hope. The hope he gives me that I could really have a good friend. The hope that “maybe not all men”. It stands for hugs. The hugs I have been deprived of for nearly five whole years. …
I hate that you make me happy.I hate that you make my heart race and the hairs on my body stand.I hate those goosebumps you send through my entire body by either saying or doing something.I hate that you make me squirm with excitement and that your soft eyes and warm kisses give my face …
I got out of bed today. To anyone else, that can be the easiest part of the day. It’s the most regretful feeling for me. When I wake, I shiver with cold thoughts breathing down my neck of how I should not be alive. That the diet of pills should have went through and stayed, …
Metaphorically speaking, you rid me of my hope with the extra Drano in the sink. The words “I miss you” roll around in my mouth like children’s medicine that refuses to be swallowed. I have said those cursed words so much that I tired myself of hearing them. Saying I want you back in my …
I folded up my heart and threw it your way.I was so happy to see it fly a thousand miles.I put a stamp that said “With love” on it.Have you found it?I know you threw me yours and the stamp on it burned a hole.But I threw it back.Did you catch it?I know mine was …
The first time of course. It’s been years since we were dating. You still appear. You say you want me back and yet you act like every other boy who just wants to play with my heart. You are a cat. But you’re not one domesticated. You like to play with broken things and my …
My immune system isn’t the greatest. In fact, when I fell in love with you, it was the sickest I had gotten. When I breathed, it was not your scent that filled up my lungs. Instead, it was pneumonia. I inhaled every “I love you” like it was my last and coughed up any and …
I could write all my feelings out And not post it for my friends to see And not have such a fickle heart And love fearlessly. What I would do to love fearlessly! To love fearlessly with no pain and No suffering. I could breathe in the scent and fill my lungs with the one …
So hard is the life that has been given. So powerful and yet, so negative. It’s cold there. A drowning sensation enveloping me. The repentance I would do for a moment out of the dark.