united states
When I find you, I will be a million tiny pieces in your hands. I will be reassembled in your arms, basked in the sun of these great mountains and dancing atop the snow that stays even when the rest of the world is warm. We will find the light that shines in the darkest hour. I promise, I will paint you in blue when you go. I promise, I will love you just the same.
( twenty one • colorado • entp )
poetry
Now that the dust has cleared, let's take a minute and tally up the score. You got the crown and seven years of love, but I got the famous last words. [Rev. 11/04/15]
for the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey . . . but in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword. (on the seventh day, she wears nothing.)
essays & short works
I could say countless things. Some relevant. Some not. But I’m not here to tell you what to believe. Instead, I just have a favor, if you’re listening. Imagine this...
I'll never forget your eyes when I told you what you almost lost. 'Why didn't you let me in?' I didn't want you to have to remember you were still about to lose it anyway.
is recounting your most awkward memories considered an art? (perhaps i'll settle for comic relief.)