It’s difficult to look myself directly in the eyes — for fear of what I’ll see in them. Fear? Or his brother, shame. Yes, I’ll see him sitting in there, one leg dangling out of each socket. “Look at what an anxious fool you let yourself become!” he says, patiently, all-knowingly. I walk around withContinue reading “Shame”
Category Archives: eyes
Morning Commute
Take your hand off the door and take a step with me. Flex your eyebrow while your side eye grants me a grin– did I say it again? “I like you,” and all those messy thoughts aside, “I know you,” or at least I want to. My steps feel lighter now thatContinue reading “Morning Commute”
One for Love
A gentle tap. A slight placement of a hand, carefully, on my back. Eyelids perched on radiant, story-layered skin. The sound of your kiss like the rain; the taste of your breath, a summer wind. Your gaze tells me you have everything, right here. I trace your lips to remind you I am only extra.Continue reading “One for Love”
The First Day
The day I sat and looked in the mirror I stared: I was looking at me. But it was not me that I saw. My pupils rounded, black trench coats preparing for summer rain my skin relaxed after the ebb and flow of the day I dared not move for there I swearContinue reading “The First Day”
Gone
Can I fly by you like a fly on the wall stopping only to glimpse at your happenstance wait across the street for a girl that wasn’t me. Can you pick me up next weekend at eight me, in my blue dress black heels and dance with you until you see I can’t tell ifContinue reading “Gone”
walking with a friend in the rain
let’s talk about the word “friend” in terms of “stuck on common ground,” because un-comfort can only lead to growth if looked at with the right eyes you have shown me a world I could not see before without closing my eyes and we’ve all looked into puddles with an undissolved smile not at “yourself” butContinue reading “walking with a friend in the rain”
Reaching Joy 