high off life
or cotton candy
or funnel cake with strawberries
bleached & baked
by chlorine’s date with the sun
jean shorts still heavy
from rapids promising
a shower or a soak
knees wobbly after
using a rollercoaster to
teddy bear bigger than you
cause you’ve looked 12
since you were 16
since you were 20
cheek bones higher than usual
from the smile
grown permanent on your…
Okay so I know this may sound weird but I am really thankful for my past loves.
No seriously. (Stop laughing and/or giving me the side eye.)
I was tweeting yesterday about understanding your personal love language. Your love language (by my definition) is the way you show love. It can also be the way you best receive love.
I have found that the most clear way that I show love is by devoting time…
So, I have found the need to write myself out of this depressed state that I am in.
Of course you wonder… “Why so depressed? Don’t you realize how blessed you are compared to others?”
Blah Blah Blah
Yes, I realized that I am an extremely blessed woman. I have a million things to be thankful/grateful for.
That doesn’t change the fact that I suffer from clinical depression and generalized anxiety…
The hard part about breakups is realizing who gets custody of the “friends”.
Seriously, this is incredibly tricky when couples run in the same circles. It often makes me wary about even dating someone who runs in the same circle as me. Why add more drama to an already uncomfortable situation?
Their friends were always their friends and only became your friend because you were dating them.
Dear Madame Poet,
Please stop fucking me with your words.Your un-lubed clarity of the inside of my soul leaves me shivering.
Quivering in anticipation of the next few syllablesThat you throw inside of me
Causing me to explodeUnlike any man ever could