Jun 15, 2015
eyes glazed hands beside we danced upon like frogs as droplets with legs clenched elbows smashed our words were of indifference a colossal heartache trembled liquor kisses that timbered elbows that quivered we were, but…
Jun 14, 2015
I am not a hopeless romantic. I don’t hope for romance. I don’t really hope for anything. Just me, myself and I and if someone else comes along, that’s fine.
Jun 13, 2015
And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.
Jun 12, 2015
I no longer feel him in the air so who knows if he still lingers here.
Jun 11, 2015
he moved frolicked danced in the distance and as his eyes glistened i wrote his mouth moves hands sway aside they land upon my chest and he grooves his heart twirls scared of the dark but the sun listened through mounta…
Jun 10, 2015
Sure, he might not have been perfect, but if I thought he was, isn’t that all that matters?
Jun 9, 2015
I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.
Jun 8, 2015
I was afraid of falling, but more so of us having futures instead of a future.
Jun 7, 2015
reminiscing the fists your grasp my skin the touch our feelings thoughts how we loved without words just emotions and air truth
Jun 6, 2015
Regardless, step back and appreciate how lovely the little things were.