what-if’s and maybe’s

what-if’s and maybe’s

it is as if you nourish yourself on my pain. you must revel in my agony, it must be the truth because there is no possible way you do not see how much you mean to me. it is there, in my eyes. fevered, you once reached over and layed your hand on my forehead [...]

silent

silent

Writing is my solstice; Writing saved me In ways that you will Never know. I used to Think what would Be said at my funeral: "She was great, Oh Lord, she was great," But instead of that, I want it to be silent. No words through Lips and teeth, no Tongue to sway others As [...]