That coffee cup breathes like you, blowing out slowly against the lips of strangers, who press between you and your insecurities. The laundry comes out warm and still smells like you. Reminds me of that night before we held on between cotton sheets and sweaty palms. I remember the coffee I brought you that next …
The sun sets against your hair, And I become breathless with the way it touches you slowly, wishing it was me. The moon phases against your heart, the same way you fall in and out of love with him. I know I could do so much better. I would never give you the chance to …
Bad vibes are always there for me when I need them. Readily available and holding tight, in the corners of my mind. Encircling me with negativity, like a warm blanket on a cold winter night. My willing hand reaches in and pulls out my daily dose, taken with a bitter spoon of salt. I pop …
