Lobotomy
On some nights I miss you so much I want
to perform a lobotomy on myself. Remove
the image of your shoulders against his
from where it is lodged inside of me, burn
all your pretty words from my frontal lobe
so that the next time I see you, everything
will look like static. It is all heartbreak,
dragging my quiet body home and trying
to remember the last time I felt this alo...
Sunday 30th August 2015 7:23 am
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
These
are for
the promises
that were broken,
and for
all the days
that I
could never
take back.
These
are for
the woman
who put
her faith
and trust
in me,
and for what I
put her through.
Had I loved you gently,
perhaps,
these letters
would’ve been
writ...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 5:47 pm
Was for her
I normally don’t take pictures; I used to have about ten or so on my phone’s camera roll on any given day. Mostly random screenshots, one of me and my dog, another of my car when I first bought it.
But for some reason, I love taking pictures of her. I find delight in capturing her off-guard–when she’s in mid-laugh, when she’s looking at something she finds truly beautiful, when she’s looking a...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 10:01 am
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