books, writings, shoes & nudes

Tag: best friends

  • your heart is an empty room.

    The piano sounds Apple says I listened the most to in 2024.

    Her hyperness when her meds wear off.

    The green of his eyes I see every time it rains.

    Good morning texts.

    Holding of hands that once shielded the abuse.

    My blue couch.

    The tone of her voice when she says, “GUTTER BITCH or titty baby”, her fake Italian grandmother’s accent.

    Blue

    Showers too long.

    Giggles, stories, jokes.

    Seeing her face walk through the door, knowing she won the war of getting out of bed.

    Cinnamon Tea, and coffee, Hallmark movies.

    Doris Doloris, who will be the biggest heart break of all.

    The shock in a broken face meeting strength for the first time.

    The Professor getting excited to tell me about the girl he likes or the sex he had.

    Books in The Nook.

    Blankets and hockey sweats.

    The end of the day when I lay my head down and remind myself this life is real, and I will wake up still safely in it.

    Smells of honeysuckle, sugar plums, and favorite flannels.

    Lovers that forever stain the walls of this heart.

    So much feminine rage and way too many damn shoes.

  • dear pookie,

    Thanks for the no’s and thanks for the yes’s. Thanks for the chucks, lightning bolt necklaces, and blackberry margaritas. Thanks for polar plunges and queen bees. Thanks for colored nail polish and black bean soup. Thanks for boudoir photo books and all the interest in the flavour of the weeks. Thanks for all the little things in the beginning. And most of all thanks for asking me what my story was the first time you got into my car.

  • all i ask

    All I ask

    Is that you ride this ride next to me.

    Don’t ask where we are going or If we are there yet.

    I saved this seat for you.

    All I ask

    Is you let me cry and cuss, scream and fight while still seeing me as strong and fearless.

    Don’t remember this moment tomorrow.

    Don’t remember this weakness later.

    All I ask

    Is you knowing there is always room on this overfilled plate for you.

    Don’t ever think it’s too heavy for more.

    All I ask

    Is to be seen as the character I want to play.