When I touched his face, I could tell he was moving
on
But it's not the fact that he kissed him yesterday
It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake.
But it's not the fact that he kissed him yesterday
It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake.
~The words I can't say through my mouth flow through the
streams that are considered my tears~
Sometimes it’s
enough just to say
their names like a rosary, ordinary names
linked by nothing but the fact
that they belong to men who loved you.
their names like a rosary, ordinary names
linked by nothing but the fact
that they belong to men who loved you.
“
–the
little
TRAGEDY
of remembering to TALK IN PAST TENSE.
of remembering to TALK IN PAST TENSE.
Let us not mortgage our future – let us reverse mortgage our
past.
THINGS ARE AS THEY ARE
because they were as they were.
I wish that photographs were physical spaces, like
tunnels; that you could crawl inside
them
anD
Go
BacK.
