Re: tabanca

re: tabanca It will always surprise. It will come like a thief, in the night in old love songs like waves in full tide like the dull ache of a bruise. And it will linger. re:re tabanca Much like the tides, it will flood, but it will ebb And like the bruise, it will fade. You will learn to sing new songs.

artifice

we speak in riddles and doublespeak and half-finished glances i am tired of never saying what i mean and hoping you understand me: coy but ready you: distant but yearning everything is artifice and we are just playing parts Day 3-Write about interpersonal relationships and the games we play to avoid vulnerability.

Love Like a Mango

Dec 22, 2014 There was a fullness to our love like that mango just within your reach unblemished and warm falling straight into your palm eaten under the shade of the tree juice dripping down your elbow temporary in its bliss, but perfect in that moment.

Tensions

–> I am beginning to name my knots. Let one in my neck be Wanting from every time I clenched my jaw after breathing in her scent. Let the tightness in my shoulder be Disappointment who is also called Shame a product of still wanting him to touch me even though we both know he shouldn’t and being caught between recoiling and not. Finally, the chronic ache in my back will be Distance from consistently loving people that are too far away. In the same way one muscle contracts as the other relaxes these pains are interconnected and I know…