When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Trois)

The rain thundersagainst your windowlike a warning. A warning tonot fall too deepinto this notionyou’ll be alone.forever. Meals for onebecome a momentfor two.The coffee is madeand brought to youin bed. An embrace beginsto feel likehome.Yet, you stillremember. Remember howyou spent yearsalone, loving yourself.Years alone, makingyour own heart happy. You will continue todo that work,with someonealongsideContinue reading “When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Trois)”

When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Deux)

Watching the snow fall feels different. Your bones are warmedby no one but youand the fire you built. No one is cheering you on.Or offering you a cup of coffeethe way you like. You’re a two sugars plus creamkind of girl who has perfectedthe art of a single brew. There are no guests.You’re touch-starved.Living offContinue reading “When You’re No One’s Favorite Person (Deux)”

(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers

It has been so long since I have been heldby a man who respects women.I have been in their beds,no sheets, dust settling like a sheen on my body. Men who took.They promised me delicate adoration,but I was left used and pressed into the mattresslike an old flower between the pages of a worn book.Continue reading “(Not) An Ode to Past Lovers”