Tag Archives: Love

Love With an Expiration Date

I don’t know love Not the Monday, Tuesday, every other day love Not the lifelong, singsong, nothing-can-go-wrong love Not the sweetheart, work of art, till death do us part love Not the wedding band, ain’t life grand, wanna hold your … Continue reading

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Not My Type

“Not my type” Are the words that keep coming to mind The problem being the implication That I have a “type” That the conundrum of who I like and who I don’t Could be quantified and measured with words like … Continue reading

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Diatribe For A Perfect Stranger

I hate you, woman in yellow For all the terrible things you never did And all the horrible flaws you never showed And all the wretched words you never said But most of all for when, as you walked along the sidewalk … Continue reading

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I Call Her Eve, Because She Brings the Darkness

What God could make a woman so? And say, ’tis not good for man to be alone She bit the Eden’s apple of my heart And leaves me now forever wandering.

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Can We Find Hope In A Loveless Place?

I’m not sure I know how to love. Let’s jump back a decade. I was in high school, homeschooled, and more awkward than a rucksack full of penguins. You think I’m weird now? You have no idea. Since I was coming … Continue reading

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Lichen Lover, Let Me Leave

You spoke your love in lichen words And like a fool I listened Listened as your glistening tendrils Twisted around my wrists like thistles Whistling in the dark, I lit a match And they told me the match was you … Continue reading

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I’ll See You When The Clock Strikes ‘Someday’

She wasn’t a dream-girl An imaginary woman that you dream about meeting She was a dreamgirl A real woman met only in a dream She was whole and human and flawed And shy of perfect in that way that made her better than … Continue reading

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