Monthly Archives: May 2016

Hey can we take a step back? I’m trying to have this conversation without calling you a liar and it’s not particularly easy. You’re not making it easy so can we cool down a bit? Can you admit that it’s … Continue reading →

When you asked me to write a poem for you I thought for sure it meant we were gonna fuck but upon receipt of the piece I received nary a rut. Was it what I wrote? Should I have rhymed … Continue reading →

So it’s been a while and I know our last conversations were tense and beyond but I’m glad we’re here and I have this chance to thank you for what you did. You were right to dump me. Well, reject … Continue reading →

When a band you never got to see comes back together with a new album you couldn’t have imagined and a direction you didn’t know they needed When the sun bursts out through the storm and burns all the wet … Continue reading →

My therapist says I shouldn’t date you. My therapist says I shouldn’t date anyone that I’m too troubled too emotionally constipated too much in my own head. I wonder if my therapist just wants me for herself. My therapist says … Continue reading →

They were not solemn. They were not scared. They had seen this sort of thing again and again and again and didn’t seem worried at all about how it was proceeding. Unconcerned, they joked in our presence and I felt … Continue reading →

It would be so much less scary if Batman were here unless he has a problem with jaywalking or recreational drug use or the act of occasionally frequenting prostitutes or tax fraud. Not that I do any of those things … Continue reading →

I wish you’d ended better. You had such potential such excitement in the early days but as time went on and you went on you got tired. You began to drag. You just couldn’t hold interest. I wish you’d performed … Continue reading →

Yes I knew you when and I encouraged you to do this thing that you’ve become so good at so quickly and it’s great how accomplished you’ve become in such a short time. You’ve done a good thing and done … Continue reading →

If I wrote what I was thinking Rose I’d get in a heap of trouble. So I am keeping a secret repository of poems that I do not want your boyfriend to see while he’s out of town. I could … Continue reading →