More Than

I want you to care about me in more than words and societal norms and expectations. I want you to wrap your arms around my waist, my heart, my soul; tell me all the ways I make life loveable and curious and safe and whole. I want you to understand me, my past, my present, … Continue reading More Than →

Maybe I’m a Little in My Feels

When I met you, I suddenly wanted more. Like a switch flipped and I wanted the just-because flowers, and the forehead kisses, and the late night phone calls, and the hand holding, and even the idea of slow dancing in the kitchen of my apartment. Now, I crave the present and the future and the … Continue reading Maybe I’m a Little in My Feels →

Forest Fire

I found peace in the arms of a man who carefully wrapped himself around me, kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you, baby." Should I ever lose his presence, that moment sparked something in me. I'm not longer a small ember, but a whole damn forest fire.

Can You Tell Me This Is Real?

I'm scared I'll lose you before I ever get you in my arms, and I don't know how to work through that. You tell me I'm everything you've ever wanted, but what if I say the wrong thing and you decide I'm not? How do I process losing someone I never got the chance to … Continue reading Can You Tell Me This Is Real? →

Papito

He tells me I'm not fucked up, that things were out of my control and I'm just "delicate." He tells me he loves my laugh, that he loves everything about me and I'm just "perfect." He tells me he wants to make me happy, that I deserve to be treated with respect and I'm trying … Continue reading Papito →

Someone Mentioned Your Name The Other Day:

And I'm trying to be happy for you. I'm glad you found another's bones to make a home out of. I'm just sad you didn't think you could find that in me.

Nine Months Later

Midnight is approaching, and I'm here thinking about you. I wish I wasn't. I hate that I still am, and that it's been nine months now. I can't help but wonder if you're happy, if I ever cross your mind, and why I wasn't enough. I'll never understand what happened to us, but I'll miss … Continue reading Nine Months Later →