I met you at a time when I felt lost and all the physical pain collided with my emotional state. You were the last person in the room to approach me, and the first to notice. I told you a story about how lovers were stuck between all the worlds they created and you rolled your eyes at me. Oh, God, you said, another poet. … Continue reading Physical Pain
When you are that close I hold my breath. I wanted to leave a story full of poems for your closed eyelids my treasured gift for you but you get so many of those that another one gets lost in the maze. I guess I could take so much more pain than I ever thought possible taking advice from a nineteen year old while listening … Continue reading September Poems 3.