Personal, Poetry, Relationships

Handcuffs On My Heart

I woke up at 3:01am and I saw you texted me. You texted me at 11:56pm. You asked if I had done my laundry yet. Don't ask me that. Why? You know who cares if I've done my laundry yet or not? No one, except for myself, because holy fuck I really needed to do… Continue reading Handcuffs On My Heart

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Personal, Poetry, Uncategorized

More Beautiful Than Yesterday

I have this internal quest to bring order to the chaos in my life. I attempt to do so by asking questions and gaining knowledge as to why something was said or why a certain event happened in the first place. I turn to the person next to me, dubious, head cocked to the side.… Continue reading More Beautiful Than Yesterday