Category: writing

  • i have a hysteria that this is all life will give me

    i think you have done a good job at showing me you are cold and beautiful. i am reminding myself that it is not love. idolization either. godhood either. i could never let go in front of you. i could never be myself. and from there i try to warn myself that that one piece…

  • (old & distorted contortions) of love

    love must be playing favorites. i keep shying away from the light that i know is there. i just can’t have anything to do with anything i could lose. i always grapple with this incompleteness and i think i have grown to love its torments. i have always been too good at its game. love…

  • sideways letters to god while in love (’22)

    what i like and what you like are two different creatures and there is a lake, separating us. i can feel love trying to be the open wound; now i will never know love even when i see it in other people because i saw your eyes first. it is infuriating to see imperfection and…

  • eighteen, chronicles

    some date i don’t remember i have dreams of you putting things to rights, and what is right anymore, if it wasn’t you, if not my greatest friend sophomore year, loving and then losing her, the sureness of it all, how sure love can feel one moment and then staggering and flaky and broken the…