Transparency

Knowing another human being in a deep and intimate way is scary. Knowing that they could leave you at any moment is even scarier.

A Collage With Ribbons & Sequins

That mirror broke once before. The pain melted away with it. It subtly returns every now and then.

I painted a picture on the broken pieces. I only used primary colors, but then they all started to blend together. It was colorful. It was beautiful. It was you.

I purposefully didn't piece them back together.

Time has changed you. I've never been a fan of time.

No hug. No greeting. It's as if I woke up on the other side of the bed, and we're getting ready for our 9 to 5's because it's what we do. The money is more than enough and so is the distance between us.

Why don't you think of hummingbirds anymore when you see me? How did you forget my favorite color is purple and that I never wear orange? When did you become a fan of the incandescent? Is it not enough to sit and laugh? Where did your smile go?

I would like to know.

But I had to let go of your hand.
Forgive me for thinking there'd be more to talk about than the grease on our hamburgers and how your sweet tea really isn't that sweet.

When we wake up in the morning, I'll put a mint in your coffee, and maybe you'll taste the memories we used to make.

Orange Juice from the Sun

I drew the clouds in the sky for you this morning. I hope that you see they're connected by something that isn't very tangible. And I hope this reminds you of how we used to be.

I blew kisses in the wind for you as I walked home. They bounced off the trees and landed just below your cheek bone. I dreamed that you smiled because of this.

I wished upon a star tonight. I wished for everything to be okay, but the windows wouldn't close. It was just my luck that it started to rain.

What Only The Stars Saw...

Your secrets got caught in the wind and found their way to my ear. Your words got lost underneath my blouse and found their way to my heart. Your eyes got lost in the daze of mine, and now I don't know what I'm doing holding your heart in my hands.

But your heart--it's in pieces. And every little bit speaks to me.




Your secrets got caught in the wind and found their way to my ear.

Spider Web

IF I could spin around and make you stay, I'd pirouette like a ballerina with the brightest smile on my face and the prettiest pink gloss on my lips. I'd point my toes and leap with my arms in fourth position. I'd keep my back straight and chin up; and I'd land at your feet waiting for you...

Today Isn't Even Over.

I don't want to do this.
I don't have to do this.
I don't need to do this.

But I'm going to do it anyway. I guess that's the funny thing about regret. You always get that giddy feeling before you do something that you know will play over and over in the back of your mind.

I'll play with my emotions before I wrestle with the memories. This time isn't any different from the rest. I always end up pinned down by the last time I watched you walk away.