We’re all made of stories.
The kind where prologues take roots in the empty basements of hearts.
My story with her started when I tried to redeem myself for hurting you. Continue reading
We’re all made of stories.
The kind where prologues take roots in the empty basements of hearts.
My story with her started when I tried to redeem myself for hurting you. Continue reading
Suffering from anxiety and losing the one you love feels a lot like penance. And I can’t breathe; and Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
I used to slay my demon with my pen.
Used to exorcise him from the night, my mind, from my dreams, our bed; used to silence the hauntings that echoed in the catacombs of my brain with a touch of your hand. Continue reading
She saw it in the eyes first.
There was nothing in the world quite like those eyes. She’d never seen anything more beautiful—brown with green, green with brown. And in past, carefree days when they would sit outside in the sun, those eyes became every beautiful sunset her heart always wanted to see. Like those eyes turned into a sneak peak of the universe at sundown. Continue reading
And your lips shone a light
on my ugliest scars
and kissed them goodnight.
She was on her knees last night.
Only this time she didn’t have you in front of her with your fingers through her hair, as she took you to heaven. Continue reading
1. Believe (and no more Xanax or Valium or setting fire to Athens)
2. Faith is to _______ as Hellenism is to __________.
3. (Apples will only keep the doctors away if aimed correctly.)
4. Forget your troubles and write down your strengths in legible handwriting. Continue reading
To the one who stands where I stood:
I once slept by her side, too. Your side of the bed was once mine. Continue reading
‘Heartache, Glass, and Crosses’ picked up by Letsmend.com
Check it out: http://www.letsmend.com/posts/the-heartache-of-realizing-what-s-about-to-happen
They fought from the moment they left the restaurant up until they entered their hotel room. They fought from the corner of 19th and 10th all the way up to room 907 on 28th between 6th and 7th. Continue reading
The town doesn’t moan anymore.
It stands alone, naked, with only the sun and moon watching over it. Continue reading