I Want My Love Story Back Now Please.

Dear Universe. That is all. ❤



In my plexus Like barbed Wire Knots Your cold Steely mangledness Twists Squeezes Crushes Burns Until you Suffocate The spaces And places I need To breathe In ease. Are you more Then a fiery fist Clenched deep within The cavity Of my chest? Are you less Harbinger And more Liberator? Should I not Be wishing … Continue reading Anxiety


The touch The smell The warmth Of the familiar. Gone. The depth of my confusion is deep. Rethinking life. Pondering this puzzle of all puzzles. Questioning decisions And the right and wrong of it all. Feeling the regret Of moves that broke The correctness of what I had For the thing I sought And thought … Continue reading Mood