solmizations

By the end of it, all I knew was this: He may walk away, but I, as a woman, have a mandate from this world to continue suffering.

And the gutted plum prattles on.

There is a woman with light flooding from her eyes.

in these brand new seconds of my waking mind there is an unimaginable warmth that breaks down a tightly wound spindle every color of thread snapped at the half-way mark the discs on my spine turning to the root note of the melody that finally rests in love

I have a future memory of a city on a chilly winter morning from the highest floor I wake up next to you in a warm bed warm sun floods in, there is nothing better to do than bundle up in dandelion and pastel grab the keys off the hook joke down to the lob…

I wish we could be city girls getting ready for the night in a tall building at a tall time.

I would love to know if there was someone out there who reads my posts What do you think my name is?

PRODIGY I grew up.

i can see it i think in how short ur messages are and how your reassurance seems forced. i feel like you dont love me anymore and i hate it because i wasnt done loving you i have so so so much more to give if you would just stay please. ive never been hap…

FRIDAY Insatiable, my hands reach for your arms only in the dark and climb up the muscles in your shoulder, weathering your solid rock to my frigid touch.