I left bits and pieces of my heart in all of the places I have been. I close my eyes and find myself in the labyrinth of my mind. There, the sunlight glinting off of the bronze statue as you drive by, your head resting against the coolness of the window. There I am, splashing about in a fountain in ... Read More about Scattered
The Next Seventy Years
If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary. - Tyler Knott Gregson You taste like a sleepy, messy-haired, bare-toes, yawn over a cup of steaming coffee on a chilly Saturday morning. You taste like a rumpled cotton t-shirt and ... Read More about The Next Seventy Years
Stolen Kisses
Stolen kisses are always sweet. You gently pull my hair back, dark fingers bunching at the nape of my neck, and blood roars through my veins. The air is chilly against your hot skin. You turn me around and press my body against the seat, enveloping me in your arms, wholly naked except for the ... Read More about Stolen Kisses
The Gentle Things In Life
For my sun, from forever ago. Your moon and stars. I like the gentle things in life.The curl of your eyelashes as they rest against your cheek when you sleep.The way you absentmindedly run your fingers along the bones in my wrist when you tell me about the last days you spent with your mother. ... Read More about The Gentle Things In Life