Flood ( Read more... )

Still so sad and angry, still so much grief.
None of his favorite flickr photos are of us. He never took me camping. He is being the boyfriend I always wanted him to be for her. I don't want him anymore, but it makes me sick with jealousy.

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I'm having a hard time loving the part of me that made me stay so long. There's so much i'll never get over, so much grief that swamps me from time to time. I feel it in my muscles, my sternum, behind my eyes. I taste it in the wine that I drink ( Read more... )

Dear M ( Read more... )

Can trust be recovered after it is lost?

I want to get engaged. He is the love of my life.

Pablo Neruda ( Read more... )

I picked a fight on Tuesday ( Read more... )

"Houle!" I cried, and then, I don't know why, I called aloud to him, a clear loud barn owl cry. It was the call of wife to husband, and husband to wife.

Come! Fly to me!There is no call so insistent, so impossible to ignore. It is a cry from the heart to the heart, bypassing the mind, that jerks the shoulder muscles into flight without ( Read more... )

Little Clown, My Heart

Little clown, my heart,
Spangled again and lopsided,
Handstands and Peking pirouettes,
Backflips snapping open like
A carpenter's ruler,

Little gimp-footed hurray,
Paper parasol of pleasures,
Fleshy undertongue of sorrows,
Sweet potato plant of my addictions,

Acapulco cliff-diver corazonFine as an obsidian dagger ( Read more... )