My great grandpa killed himself. This actually crosses my mind more than you'd think, considering I never met the man. My great grandma found him hanging in their barn before I was even born. Every time I hear of someone taking their own life, I wonder about what haunted their dark place. What was too… Continue reading Where Strength Grows Best →

It’s Sunday, I’m sitting in bed and I’m thinking about death. No, not my own. Although my hangover from the wedding I attended last night feels pretty close. Every so often I get hit, and I mean hit, with grief so deep that it feels like I can’t inhale enough oxygen with every breath. How… Continue reading Depth →

It's snowing now, just like it was on this day three years ago. I slid through a stop sign on my way to work and I thought about you. I thought about the roads and how deceiving they can be. I thought about how we drive our cars every single day... we turn on the… Continue reading I Thought About You →

I read somewhere that our body actually craves adrenaline. I drive across the same bridge every day and sometimes I trick my body into thinking we’re jerking the steering wheel as hard as we can and free falling. No, I don’t want to die. But it’s a nice thought, isn’t it? Free falling? I read… Continue reading High Place Phenomenon →

When I was a teenager I desperately wanted to grow up. I did things just to DO them, to simulate some kind of authority over my life. Dye my hair black? Check. Give myself multiple piercings just to see if I could do it? Check. My parents gave me the biggest room in the basement… Continue reading Brown →

You told me you felt ugly and I told you that you weren't. I didn’t know how to tell you I used to build dreams about a face like yours. I couldn't find words for the thing your eyes did when you talked about the people you love. I stared at your mouth while you… Continue reading Re: Your Face →

We ignited like a wildfire: fast and hot. We didn't work, but we tried. One night I lied awake next to you, my fingertips unsure of whether or not to touch you and I knew it was the end when I started thinking about the way I used to search for you in the dark.… Continue reading Warm →

You’re single. Welcome. I’m going to avoid the “you must love yourself before anyone else can” cliché. I have been dumped enough times to know that doesn’t help, but this still won’t be an easy pill to swallow. I used to pride myself in my uncanny ability to forget about a breakup and move on… Continue reading The Tedious Art of Moving On →

I’m tired of poetry about dissolving into somebody as though it’s beautiful, Surrendering to them parts of who you are until there’s nothing left for yourself. There is nothing poetic about a broken person being repaired Only by the hands of someone else.

It’s 7 AM, I’m thinking about your mouth, And every ounce of me is drained / I have considered erasing you, But that hurts just the same /   I want to tell you that I still feel your breath on my neck, I’ve been rearranging the words on my tongue / But I am… Continue reading Ghost →