Live wire

An exposed wire, arching with current determined to make a connection, searching for the thing that would ground the energy, bare copper stripped of insulation, of the protection it had once afforded. The thin strands of its being had been tightly wound, braided together into a single path. She had come and peeled away that …

good left undone

your voice blurred into static drowned out by the hum of the headphones i wore and for a time i felt you there in the spaces between beats until even that began to pale it all became half heard half seen half felt half remembered moments until even the scars faded memories confused with fantasy

Saying goodbye

I am not her Prince Charming, she will never be my queen. I feel all the right things and have said all the right words, held her tight and told her that I love her, promised her that it would all be worth it, that I would do everything to make her happy if she …

Her eyes, the palest of blue, stare back at me through strands of blonde hair and her cheeks are a map of tears, tears that she does not cry, that it breaks my heart to see as I hold her face in my hands and want nothing more than to hold her and tell her …