I’m outlining my halo with a silver line inspired by the smiles that I’d hope to find Initially I saw you and Instantly I knew that my intentions were to be born with great words from you I feel like a predator But I…

You turn your head sorrow masculine cliches fear. You catch your breath shame masculine pride tears. What? What is it? The joy is leaking from my heart.

If I divorce my sadness — will someone marry my soul?  I have more love Than any girl you’ll ever call home I’ve never done the same puzzle twice or once for that matter I was always too tired, And always much sadder

It’s the little things that make up my personality. All those tiny tidbits that cling to my brain like cereal-box stickers on bedroom windows The telephone number from my childhood home the patterns of the turning dial on the single rotary phone at the desk…

I place potential lovers into cages of my mind they scratch numerals on bricks to keep track of time they usually lose it, time is hard to catch as am I, but a treat to watch they eventually stop counting and hum along the tune and realize…

I kissed Midas and with that, my lips are gold- I tried to love Medusa, and now my heart is stone Steadily, I stole pearls from Poseidon’s throne, but Boreas took them – my hands, now froze then I slept with Hades, he burnt my perfect…

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I am having a superlatively hard time looking at the house we chose, knowing it is no longer my house, that it will never be my home. I am awkward, a guest, an interloper into the life you are building, choices push us apart, then…

I was a rocket ship always at Cape Canaveral waiting for a punch to my ignition that would launch me into the stratosphere. Over the years I taught myself to maintain a very even 30MPH. Less stress to the chassis easier on the engine, keeping…