Becoming

September 15, 2014 § 6 Comments

violin_girl_by_runner44-d5xp6e5I invented myself through your absence. If you had been here, I’m not sure I could have been the girl I invented, but I imagine I would have been very pretty, very real, very happy and very loved.
But God said no. God said, she needs to be everything she is not, everything I created her not to be before she can become everything I created her to be.
So that’s what I do. Be everything and everyone I’m not, ’til I have the guts to be the STORM.
*   *   *   *   *
What’s the storm?
Where you tear your heart out your chest for all the world to see without forgiveness, without escape.
It smells like rain.
My hearts beating so fast.

A Game In Love

September 10, 2014 § 5 Comments

The Game Of LoveYou never said my name.
You never said my name.
You never said my name.
You always called me Baby.
You always called me Baby.
You always called me Baby.
How many other times
did you say Baby?
Before, I was your Baby?
How many names
did you forget,
before we met?

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She was never crazy…

September 7, 2014 § 4 Comments

ballerina_by_miss_velance-d39gpwa..she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage.
She was born wild.. and sometimes
we need people like her.
For it’s the horrors in her heart
which cause the flames in ours.
And she was always willing to burn
for everything she has ever loved.
– R.M Drake

All people dream, but not equally.

September 5, 2014 § 9 Comments

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Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous
people, for they dream their dreams with open eyes,
and make them come true. —D.H. Lawrence

I Don’t Remember

September 3, 2014 § 14 Comments

ob_be5714_p9wlfI don’t remember when we talked last. I don’t count the days like before. I don’t remember why I loved you, or why you never returned my love— it’s as if you’re a friend I once had coffee with, laughed with, then nothing more. I don’t look at your Facebook, or dream of your lips. I don’t wish you had wanted me— it’s as if you and I didn’t exist. I don’t think you’re a mystery or a rare breed. I don’t think you’re anything.
Do I think of you?
Yes. Yes, of course!
In the way I think how good it would feel if I could fall asleep— but, you’re no longer my heartbeat.
But sometimes, when I can’t fall asleep, my toes are lifting off the floor to reach your lips, and you’re pushed against the wall—
but I know you’ll never change, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.
You’re insane, and I love it—
but I don’t remember why.

We could’ve made love—

August 28, 2014 § 10 Comments

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7am

August 26, 2014 § 27 Comments

tumblr_mfeb36d3kX1rqcut5o1_500They said that I’d forget you,
and I knew it wasn’t true.
But sometimes I wake up now,
and my heart’s no longer blue.
I press the Keurig button,
dancing across the room—
Sometimes it’s nearly seven,
before I’ve thought of you.

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