His eyes are quiet ( Read more... )

I asked if I could come inside the house that was once belonging to us both.

He said no, and passed me a twenty dollar bill.

Enraged. Tearful. Relieved?

What you've done. Cruel doesn't even begin to cover it.

We sit alone on a step in the cool hours of morning, awaiting sunrise ( Read more... )

There is a Quiet Fear that walks hand-in-hand with Love ( Read more... )

Last night, he said the things the other never did.

He showed me that life CAN be about passion for another.

Life CAN be about love - true and beautiful. It can make one's world turn, it can make you jump out of bed in the morning, alive and bright.

Atop a confused and temperamental cloud, he a falling star. I cupped my hands and caught him as he kept his eyes lingering on me upon a stellar dance floor. Katie said kiss, he heard say hello ( Read more... )

When he put his keys on the kitchen counter I knew it was forever.

In four minutes I will be confronted with him. As much as I try to save myself from some romanticized lie, something begs inside me for him to continue feeling that sting he spoke of - even if it be unrequited. In fact I wish for unrequited!

I, the Juliet to his Romeo ... or something.

Oh it's three minutes now.

As hard as I try and want I cannot get the taste of sugar out of the inside of my mouth. I fight so hard to swirl it away with everything else but it fights against me. Why the fuck do you want to still be there inspite of telling the others to come to me at their free will, in doing so hurting me more deeply than I ever felt possible. Why are we ( Read more... )

I wish you to be here in New York. My darling friend. Lets snuggle up in a single bed and talk about hallucinogen-inspired evenings, when we'd run riot through the Adelaide suburban streets ( Read more... )