It would be stupid to fall for someone like you. It would be insanity to curl into your arms and pretend your body is warm. But you make me feel intoxicated — the way your adrenaline binds into the blood in my veins, tickling my skin, hot and sweaty. Eyes widened. Pupils dilated. You make … Continue reading Deconstructing You
recovery
Over and Under
So, I had my second therapy session a couple of days ago, and let’s just say I don’t love how quickly I’ve gotten close to my therapist. We talked about my dad — how I never got a birthday call, text, or social media post from him. Does it hurt that I didn’t? Well, yes. … Continue reading Over and Under
Floating Head
On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
Welp, here we are.
I’ve typed and erased so many sentences.I’ve typed. I’ve erased.There were even two full paragraphs — gone. What I have to say doesn’t feel like it means anything. Maybe that’s why I keep deleting it. But isn’t that what writing is sometimes? A conversation between the parts of myself that want to be seen and … Continue reading Welp, here we are.
Please tell me this makes sense
I have this ache in the pit of my stomach. Not my heart—my stomach—because maybe that’s where my heart lives now. Or maybe it’s on my sleeve. My emotions feel bare, exposed, scraped raw by every silence. I wince when even a light breeze brushes against them. Can they read my face? Can they read … Continue reading Please tell me this makes sense
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 