This November there seems to be nothing to say.

November you are my favorite color. You are always the late folk that is unremembered. Cold but gentle. Some people don’t get your purpose. Because you are not for everyone.   You are the judge of fall. You are the look of hunger in a man with heat, is enough to lift an old woman from her knees. As a piece of confusion, he’s been looking for. He was declining to die, but now he’s coming back for more. The speculation of an old man when gets you apart, you can’t see what is coming, but there is a tree standing all … Continue reading This November there seems to be nothing to say.

Our souls don’t sleep at night.

Time they said… Time will heal all wounds but they lied.  So, you go on, with your broken parts, trying to find someone to fix them. No one can fix, or heal, or bandage you. – What about me? -Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds? If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked. I know you can kiss my wounds with your soft lips that can numb them. But the numbness is not forever. Because to heal, you have to get to the … Continue reading Our souls don’t sleep at night.

For Women Who Are “Difficult” to Love’

He compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house Says you are blinding him that he could never leave you to forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with the memory of a taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head … Continue reading For Women Who Are “Difficult” to Love’