Category Archives: 4. Broken Hearts Mend In Funny Ways.

paper cup

i poured another glass of red wine into a paper cup no dishes clean and no soap to use i thought she’d call tonight it’s been three days now since our lastest fight so i got mad a little bit … Continue reading

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vigil in the center

she’d traveled a few hours down a winding road for our first kiss the moment the car approached the house my heart stopped beating she stepped out of the car, white stone crunching under neath her perfect, tiny shoe her … Continue reading

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little pieces

her hand sat across from mine as the other pulled at my sleeve we were headed to another place another time i noticed her polish was starting to chip away little pieces of red or burgundy flecks sat atop her … Continue reading

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corona and lime.

i pushed her hair away from her face to get a better sense of where the tears might fall when i tell her its time to move on she does not make eye contact with me and only mutters words … Continue reading

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the empty bed

always leaving always disappearing always but never here. the pillow sits unused i do not move it you might comeback you might return you might

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a wooden table of doubt

i need a little closure she said as she picked up the bottle of red wine that sat between us on a wooden table we bought at some garbage sale in some garage in some town on some day we … Continue reading

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In vino verita

there is something unique about you its not the way you bite your lip when your nervous or the way you bite your nails when you want to say something its not the way you laugh in ackward moments or … Continue reading

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L is for misery

tucked away next to my misery is a letter she wrote it spoke of a time when she was just as blind as i and it read I can’t see myself without you can’t feel anything without your touch i … Continue reading

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1 a.m. came

4:30 am came a little quicker than I thought it would but to be honest i didn’t think about it at all just thought about the loneliness that 2:30 am feels like when you roll over and reach for nothing … Continue reading

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the pill box marked yesterday

he sat there saying nothing for at least an hour just staring, popping pills and crunching pretzels between his bloody gum’s where teeth used to be. he’d just seen her drive drive away from the house they had built together … Continue reading

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