Keep it 100

I am intoxicated by the real talk. Drunk on the luscious sweetness of being wanted wholly, unabashedly, out loud. Of the ferocity of my craving being match at every turn. I feel dizzy by the things laid bare, remembering what it means to be forthright, frank, how much I've missed it. The not needing to … Continue reading Keep it 100

Ruination

The phone rings right around my second swipe of red lipstick. I assume it’s either someone finalizing tonight’s plans or the only person who calls me at this time of night that I actually answer for.It is neither.I stand a few feet away watching the phone light up on the charger. The me on the … Continue reading Ruination

The Reason

I think that day I was complaining about all the junk. Or maybe the filthy, dark bathroom I had to share with my little brother. Either way, I was complaining, the latest bitch session of many bitch sessions about the things that were driving me to drink (more) about living with my daddy and stepmom … Continue reading The Reason

These Three Words

I love hearing I love you as much as the next person. I admit that I'm not the best at offering the sentiment. I'm not entirely sure why, nor am I particularly interested in the underlying psychology, but I love you is often awkward in my mouth; the edges sharp and dangerous, its texture rough … Continue reading These Three Words

Urban Legend

There is a legend. It goes like this;There was once a girl who looked a lot like me who met a boy she thought was handsome. After a couple conversations, she realized that this boy, while handsome, wouldn’t be able to hold her interest in a relationship kinda way. But she still liked him. He … Continue reading Urban Legend

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I don’t realize it until probably the fourth time I wipe off and reapply the same sheer lip gloss; I’m nervous. Nervousness is just one of many emotions I am not adept at managing, as I am generally not prone to it. But here it is, uninvited and rude, ricocheting around my stomach and filling … Continue reading 6

Matthew 25:40

I love my little brother more than anything. I've loved him since the first day he got here and I didn't understand why I couldn't hold him even though his tiny self was more than half the size of my tiny self. I loved him even when I accidentally let him fall head first off … Continue reading Matthew 25:40