I’m in love with half of you (a poem)
I’ll slowly learn the rest of you…
I’ll slowly learn the rest of you…
“Can you still hear me over the sound of the passing decades?”
3.7 million African deaths, but yah, your pretty ring matters more.
“What is that?” she asked, as if I could possibly know.
This limitation also provides a lot of opportunity. Will you take advantage of it?
I have a list of body parts that don’t work anymore; I’ll keep adding to it until none of them do.
“I’m romantic as heck.”
When #RelationshipGoals don’t cut it anymore, what are you left with?
How do you see through what is flashy and fleeting?
I was afraid. That’s what good kisses do; they put a little bit of fear inside of you.
This is for the wild ones.