“Tell me again about the part where grief is not my name.”Tagged: Grief, Break Up, Sad, Spilled Ink, Poetry
“Womanhood is learning how to witch yourself in slow motion. When they say your name like a curse, say it back to them like an incantation. When they call you cold, show them how you conjure fire.”Tagged: feminism, Feminist, Women, Girls, Living
“What lazy lovers we are. Such reluctant soulmates. My hair comes out in the shower and I swear it misses your hands. I have weeks of unplayed Jeopardy!. I don’t want to ask questions. I know better than to ask anything at all.”Tagged: Leaving, Moving On, Breakups, Love, Unrequited Love
“To love me is to love a haunted house– it’s fun to visit once a year, but no one wants to live there, and when you say, 'Tell me about the bad days,' it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell”Tagged: Trauma, Poetry, Love, Scars
“To love me is to love a haunted house. It’s fun to visit once a year but no one wants to live there.”Tagged: Love, Relationships, Dating, Haunted, Spoken Word
“saying we have not become strangers by the distance does as much good as saying apartment four is empty.”Tagged: Grief, Loss, Heartbreak, Broken Promises, Poetry
“this is where i come from. everyone i love still lives there.”Tagged: Poetry, Depression, Mourning, Healing, poem
“I, too, have loved men who named my mouth ashtray, mistook me for a place to leave burning things when they were done.”Tagged: Being Used, Relationships, Ashtrays, Survivor Poetry, Trauma