Resented request

I don’t for a minute believe that you don’t know what I’m wanting. It’s obvious. I’ve asked for it, in so many words, so many times, spelled it out loud. You know. You ignore it. Maybe, in your head, you justify it – “she’s better off without” “she’s just being cute” “she doesn’t really mean… Continue reading Resented request


Fistful of hair

“I’ve already imagined your hair wrapped around my wrist or filling my fist in a dozen different ways.” My lips part on their own accord and I struggle to swallow. The vodka based cocktail may not have been the best option, but I wanted to treat myself in case the night goes downhill. Now I’m… Continue reading Fistful of hair



Have you ever imagined The One? Their fingernails. Their lopsided smile after cracking and inside joke. Their crooked toes. Their smell right after a steamy shower, and at the end of a long day. How they’d know you better than you know yourself, and you’d want to be with them to explore both you and… Continue reading Pre-anniversary