I don’t have a good caption for this.
Everything deflated like a balloon. That’s what it felt like to be broken up with. It wasn’t devastating. My identity remained unaltered in her absence, but the air went out. … Continue reading In Defense of Your Ex
Lapping your lips from afar doesn’t do anything.
I don’t have use for an interpersonal bored game,
A contact-less tete-a-tete.
I want you to devour me like a starving man does cake,
Stare me down like a dessert walker does a body of water,
and then baptize yourself.
Feral and savage and clumsy.
I’m saying yes.
All I want
Is to breathe deeply, and let the universe have its way with me.
I can be a bull in a china shop. That can lead to power struggles.