Lover

I’ll quit. I’m not going to be pretty, I’m not going to be nice. I’ll just quit. I’ll fall apart, I’ll be anxious. I’ll make quick steps. I’ll be raw. I’m going to quit you. I’ll be circumcised. Cut from the cord. Craving the glory. Desperate and lovely. Breaking the bond. Breaking our hearts. I’llContinue reading “Lover”

Untitled

Left with my own devices. I’m sitting. I’m working, worshiping and loving everything my hands can get hold of. I’m left with my own skin, my own thoughts, my self love. I’m dissecting and contemplating, I’m wondering in all these movements. I’m realizing. I’m okay. I’m faulted, I’m content with that. I make decisions withContinue reading “Untitled”