I won’t compromise my heart again, because nobody can know all the answers, for the questions everybody asks, and why do I have to say anything, or do anything, at this point? All I’ll have when I die, are the thoughts I found, inside a hyperactive head, and what I did with them. Like the…

Shadows dance across the garden, as we dream under the moonlight and the street lights. I keep my eyes on the ivy that inches up your gate, and leave enough room between us, to make space for Jesus, but I’m drawn to you, magnetic, erratic, heart hammering, morals crumbling, because I want you, deeply, and…

When the curtains are closed, there was no light, and he liked it like that, because he never liked himself, so he loved me in the dark. I fumbled in the dark, trying to find the jug of juice we left on the desk, beside my tarot cards, and hundreds of pages of “Please let…

Ours is an overture of sweet sighs, longing looks, and anxious attempts to communicate. This is something more substantial, I sensed it, as I slept, so still, after so much restless writhing. I don’t think it’s such a bad thing, to see if I could forget the past, passing it in the street, barely bothering…