Her thoughts, written
Your eyes consistently take my breath away. Several years in their sight and I still stumble in their presence. I never before thought much of hazel, besides a nice addition to the flavor of my coffee. But now hazel is my favorite and each day I long to see it. I love how hazel changes, … Continue reading Your eyes
Early morning light filters through the room, I burrow further into the covers. Eyes blink open and my gaze falls upon your bare back. A warm feeling burbles from my heart. I wrap my arm around your broad chest, nestling my lips into your neck. I breath in the scent of you, stale cigarettes and … Continue reading 33
"Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return." What do we grasp When we run out of words. How do we love, when hate lines the streets. Signs and slogans, T-shirts and flags, fists raised in the air. Leaders talk big, they’ve got the answers. They’ve got the money, the degrees, the … Continue reading 40
I’m going to say a bad word. Dating. Yes, that infamous, dreaded, gnarly word—dating. Any socio-health professional will tell you it’s good to date and meet new people. Developing romantic relationships, being vulnerable, establishing what you like and don’t like, is critical. Especially for young adults. That doesn’t mean it isn’t terrible. Spending time at … Continue reading Romantic Opinion
**Content Warning: This piece contains mild sexual themes. Read at your own discretion.** He spun me onto his lap, hands grasping my hips. How wonderful, I silently marvel, to be with men, who make you feel tiny with their naturally wide hands, broad frames, and long bodies. Perched against him like this, long hair cascading … Continue reading Heart Beat Faster
He told me he loved me and I know I love him. But love, fickle thing, behaves on a whim. For the love I feel, I fear isn't right. Or at least, is not the kind he craves in the night. How could I not love a soul so seeking? How could I not love, … Continue reading He Loved Me
I tell you I love you because I fear you don't believe it. I tell you I love you because I fear you don't feel it. I tell you I love you because others have neglected you. I see something in you that can only be greatness. The devotion you have, while wounded, while bleeding, … Continue reading Broken Boy
Clever Girl 