How inexplicable is it to be in love with what never gave you a reason to fall? To want and need his attention more than every once in a while and to be jealous of whoever steals that attention from you. I write about it to try to understand this phenomenon — this grueling, unnecessarily…
It was a four-way intersection. He honked at her as she sped up to turn right. In an unexpected move, he turned left and was then driving behind her. That’s when she rolled down her window, stuck out her hand and gave him the finger. She watched his face in her rear view mirror hoping…
Have you noticed the pattern in which every commercial in the world tries to sell us happiness? It’s almost always the same — a new car, starting a family, an engagement, a cruise with a group of people… The list goes on. Indeed, those are ultimate goals for a lot of people; just not for…
“You’re skinny as a dog,” my classmate, Jess, said to me once in high school. That’s my earliest recollection of anyone ever bringing my own weight to my attention as an attempt to offend me. Although I found her dog analogy a bit unfitting, I knew what she meant. But looking back, I also realize…
The listing didn’t say anything about there being cats. It was when we met in person that she told me she had, not one but TWO cats. I’d been tirelessly looking for an apartment at the time when I came across what I’ve now called home for quite some time. The housing situation seemed so…
Today marks the thirteenth day of me waking up to Mr. Rodrigo’s attacks—a milestone I won’t be celebrating. Some days, I stay in bed and stare at the white ceiling above me, asking whoever can hear my thoughts what I’ve done to deserve this. Then, I try to fall asleep again, ignoring the proven fact…
“Are those blue suede shoes?” you asked. “Are you color blind?” I replied, “And, that’s blue suede STILETTOS for ya.” “Smart mouth, I see.” “And you’re quite the observer.” “It just made me think of that Elvis’ song, and since I’m a fan…” “Well, you can drink my liquor, but don’t you step on my…
Some days I feel like the child of Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allan Poe, if they had had one together. I think a bit of “darkness” is all right from time to time — if we only had sunlight it’d be tough to sleep, wouldn’t it? The point is every emotion and state of being…
Here’s a little story. I remember the night of November eighth. I wanted to go to a bar, be in the middle of the action, get ready to celebrate Hillary Clinton’s victory–just as I had for Obama last two elections. But sh*t escalated quickly. My friend wanted to go to her brother’s house instead, so…
A thought comes to mind. One day (last night) I had cereal for dinner. The next day (today), I had a banana and a cup of tea for breakfast; a plain lactose-full cheese sandwich with a cup of milk for lunch; and then, for dinner, a few chicken finger strips. That’s not gourmet, but…
Can’t you see, girl? I’m trying to get to you, Doing crazy things that only artists do. A shadow of your posts appears on my feed, my keyboard gets all eager, girl, A tweet I must set free. I try to play it cool, pretend your face don’t matter, Date one here and there, But…
Now that it’s raining more than ever Know that we’ll still have each other; You can stand under my umbrella.