It's Because You're Always Doing Those Damn Ann Bibs

Love is so visceral. I can feel it in my bones, my organs, my skin. I can feel it hang in the wind. I breathe it in, I breathe it out.

Maybe everything will be alright after all.

Keep all your writing. Keep that bad fanfic you wrote when you were 12. Keep that essay you wrote junior year of high school. Keep those poems you wrote for her. Keep it all. Keep it all.

I love living alone because I can laugh as loud as I want

Well, you know what they say

And why do I remember it? It wasn't remarkable. It wasn't special. It was just a moment, maybe eight, nine seconds. And yet it remains. Why is this what I remember? I forget everything. My memory is hazy and foggy. I can't think straight. It's so hard for me. I try so hard to remember things I need. Things I want. Things I love. Why can't I forget this? Why do I cling to it?

I know what you did.

You give me one of those terribly awkward side-hugs. You comment on my town, and how you'll have to come visit sometime. You are not welcome in my home. I smile and reply politely.

But our eyes don't lie. In yours I can see pity. "What ever happened to her?" "It's s shame, really. She used to be so sweet." Perhaps a hint of fear. You know that I know. You know that I remember.

In my gaze hangs only hatred.

Please, just one more year. Give me one more year

Not by blood, but by spirit

Hey! What's the hardest part of having a boyfriend and a wife?

Oh! Easy. Google calendar.

pov i ask you if you have any sheep to herd. you look back and i'm a border collie