I’m alone a lot. I get lonely, I think. I’m alone so much that I don’t think I quite realize how lonely I am. How, if things were different, if I was busier, if people needed me, if I felt like I belonged, maybe I could heal faster maybe I could spring into action and create and renew…

Sometimes, just sometimes, in the heat of stolen night, when your breath is upon me like a fog, in-out, in-out, I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn’t met you. If I would be happier alone, or with someone else. Sometimes, most days, I wonder what it would be like to…

I follow you out to the balcony Whisper to you from across the way Watch you fan your face (It’s always muggy here) And sip your wine Call your friends, Talking loudly Do you know I’m listening? You hooked up with him last night You say Yes, you probably did, since you…

I never had the chance to try to be a mom for you to feel you growing inside me to feel you surge in my belly and kick me while I try to sleep make friends before I see your lovely face feel your finger curl around mine and your wet…

I wish to be free To believe what I want And not be judged Or damned Or sentenced To be told my future is Now different than yours Bleaker, that it will end in destruction Is puzzling Because you don’t know me You knew my mask of projection And you assumed I…