You are exactly the type of thing I hate to love, but there is something so soft and tender here, in the space between us, that I know it will be so easy to let myself be what I pretend I am not.

I think a lot about what would have happened if I had met you when I was a girl who really knew how to love. The girl I was loved brightly but in fits and starts like a flickering lamp still learning how to cast a light. Her love tread lightly, apologized more than a…

I have written you a thousand letters in my mind. Things I wish I had told you, rewriting the things I did. Things I am afraid to give paper bones, ink blood to. I used to think that you didn’t love me enough, but with every year that passes, I’m thinking that maybe, you love…

I’ve been writing a lot lately and I don’t know what it means. For me, writing is what happens right after a storm, or  before.

I will kiss you with the taste of all the other love I have ever had, and make no apologies for my sentimentality, but you should know that I were never to kiss you again, my lips would always only ever taste of you.

What if every word I have written wasn’t worth half the love I fed it nestled there in the hollow at the base of my throat Eating all the heartbreak I could throw at it.

It’s hard out there for a cynical hopeless romantic. You will always want what you don’t believe in, staying up late waiting for the Santa you know doesn’t exist to somehow slip down the chimney. It is a lifetime of waiting to be proven wrong, even though you have a sneaking suspicion that you may…

In this pain you will keep your daughters safe And your daughters daughters safe. In breaking anew, in this reliving, your sons will unlearn what the world tries to beat into them. And the men with eyes like open mouths and hands that only know the word “take” will finally know what it means to…

They will call you caramel and brown sugar, my little mocha cappucino with a little extra mocha and you will start to believe that you are a sweet thing made to be consumed.   Sweet because you must never be bitter, never scorch or sour their tongues, or answer back in mouth puckering words, or…

I spent the last week traveling solo, visiting Berlin, Prague, Vienna and Rome, all by myself. This was the first time in my life I had ever traveled alone, and it didn’t exactly start out well. I was semi-miserable in Berlin, it was far colder than I had anticipated and I had gone from an…