my fingers aren't able to write my own name with how much of them are missing but I can handle the pain of writing yours

Does it happen over night? How many silent chores does it take?

It takes me back to when I was 16, my scrapped knees and how much I hate laundry Now before anything goes into the wash I whisper to Ajax that it can slack off a little

It's hard to love hard and then not. To say and hear the word "forever" and have it not be true. To be with someone in so many ways and have them be your best friend. It's hard to find new meaning in ...

She started leaving things in my house. I started leaving things for her to use. My Toothbrush : A Change of Clothes : Soap : Luffas she Hates : Boxer-briefs

I know if they called you at 3:40am and told you I was dead that you wouldn’t bat an eye you’d turn back over and fall right back to sleep and dream of somebody new

I woke up by myself for the first 20 years of my life. I woke up next to you for 365 days of my 21st year.

Move. You’re moving in my bed. You insist the light is to stay off. You’re intentions are only skin deep. After you left I started to chew off my skin. I broke down my bones and got on one knee, screa...

I keep shaking my shoes together, as I’m rocking back and forth. An attempt to get someone’s attention that there is erosion in my soles. Any object can wear down over time and after 21 years of sta...

I can feel myself slowing down, breaking down. My metabolism can only take so many carbohydrates before my stomach and legs become baloons and I pop.

At a very young age I began to claw my way through the dark. My fingernails got caught on blood clots, small fibers and food floating around.

There it goes, like a flick of the wrist, like a blink of an eye, like a drop of a pen; There it goes and here it comes, here it comes…the hard heart beats and the loss night’s sleep, but neither of ...