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.
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…
Dear Beloved
An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved. I. I am still sorry. I fear that you were just the first in a long line of men I will be all too willing to bury my loneliness in. II. Now that I’ve figured that you wronged me, I am not ready to forgive. III. I loved you more than you knew, but you were still right: it was not enough. IV. I have learned what the infinite tastes like but I still haven’t learned that people can’t be fixed because they aren’t broken, or that I deserve…
Going The Distance
Have you ever gone through your personal poetry archives and stumbled upon an old piece that, at the time of writing, you were convinced was absolutely awful, but now that you’ve given it some space, it turns out it wasn’t too bad after all? This piece is one of them. It’s almost a year old and no longer personally relevant, but I hope you like it. Distance pulls heartstrings taut While memory taunts Sighs go unanswered Empty promises fill Where your touch should be. Silence breeds disquiet: I quietly wonder If it’ll be worth it in the end.