I’ve been working on myself for a long time. I’ve been tired of myself for a long time. I’ve resolved to stay by myself for a long time. Now, even when I’m with someone else, sometimes I just can’t help but see the patterns of myself. Liar I hate hearing lies come out of yourContinue reading “Poetry Series – Liar”
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Poetry Series – Big Feelings
I have life the best I ever have. I have the support to approach hard things that I never had. Sometimes though, by sometimes I mean every day, anything can make me cry at the drop of a hat. Big Feelings My wife left meI spent hours bawlingSoaking my boyfriend’s chestThe one that lived thenButContinue reading “Poetry Series – Big Feelings”
Poetry Series – War on Sexuality
Some days I write to keep up the habit of writing. I never want to forget again how good it feels just to get things out. Other days, I write because if I don’t the words will explode from me as a shout. I’ve been fighting myself for a while now on the topic ofContinue reading “Poetry Series – War on Sexuality”
Poetry Series – Flat Tire
Flat Tire I watch the tire shrink to the ground as I prepare my argument for how, in this moment, I am the more deflated of the two of us.As I watch it melt against the pavement, I catch a leaf falling out of the corner of my eye and for a moment, the urgeContinue reading “Poetry Series – Flat Tire”
Poetry Series – Growth, Self Observed
The continued desire to receive external validation for the things that I’m already proud of makes my stomach churn but no matter how sick I get, my body still can’t seem to purge itself of that itch. In these moments of self-disgust, I try to soften and remind myself that it’s natural to look toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Growth, Self Observed”
Poetry Series – Endless Questions
I give up and try again at least half a dozen times a day. It may not be over the same thing but it’s with the same amount of certainty, both in the need to quit and the need to keep going. I wonder if I keep getting pulled, tug-a-warred back and forth in bothContinue reading “Poetry Series – Endless Questions”
Poetry Series – Skin Blemishes
Skin Blemishes I pull my skin tight, run my fingertips over it and look closely.I’m searching for imperfections to pick at, magnify.Letting nature take its course these things would come and go.Taking it into my own hands, I’m determined to dig them out of me.I leave behind a trail of glowing red as evidence.Moments later,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Skin Blemishes”
Poetry Series – Knocked Down
I’m starting to realize that I spent so many years insisting on solitude because I was tired of hurting people, tired of trying to catch myself before I did, and frustrated that I never seemed aware that it happened until it was in retrospect. I still enjoy more than my share of solitude. When I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Knocked Down”
Poetry Series – Flame
I think back to my adoration of just about anyone and realize that one of the things that drew me to them was the ways in which they would challenge me. I remember explaining to my therapist that breakups weren’t really a big deal for me, even some of the more major ones, because asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Flame”
Poetry Series – Winter is Coming
I started getting signs before I knew that they were signs. Even now as I get them, if I try to figure out what they mean, I almost never do. I need to step back and look at the world around me, and the situations I’m in for what they are without the emotional attachmentContinue reading “Poetry Series – Winter is Coming”
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