Shards of left-over courage

The first time I met love, he was tall and always smelt like the insides of airplanes: nice and expensive. My mother said he was my father. Every time he came home from work he’d bring me a box of eclairs , chase me around the living room and bring out the tickle monster. My…

Just a thank you

So earlier today I was talking to a (good) friend of mine. Me and him had a thing some two years ago. Today out of nowhere he says to me “sorry that I treated you like shit and fucked up with you. There are no excuses. I was an ass and I feel bad about…

Writers, Poetry and Goodbye’s

Never date a writer for you will meet him at a poetry show and even though you leave early and you barely notice him, he will, through your friends invite you to perform at a poetry show full of people you hardly know but even you know that loving strangers is easier. He will save…

REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD TAKE ME BACK

One: the day you told me my smile doesn’t melt your fears anymore, and that my arms don’t bring you enough warmth in the coldest of your nights, my soul knew that good bye was not too far away. But my heart rejected it and even days after you said goodbye I still stood outside…

The Daughter she Deserves

Come and be the daughter she deserves. Come be words, laughter, hugs, gossip and comfort. Come hold her as he reminds her skin of what whips felt like on cotton plantations. Come be the soothing oil you will later rub on her skin as you convince her of better lives and heavens that hold their…