truth

I will, more than likely, never find love. However, I shall ALWAYS tell people the truth about how I feel about them.

look, just look

If you could only look inside, see me in the right light, in the light of day despite the darkness, and love me anyway.......that would be heaven.

Andrea Gibson

“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”

—	Andrea Gibson

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interlopers

We walk through our home like
two actors onstage, on cue
grinning and lurching over
the X's and O's.
We read from dusty menus
professing our I do's while
drinking from pretty carafes of poison.
I kiss you with dry, cracked lips
smelling of mothballs and saccharin.
You lug in your white picket
fingers and I come (undone)
at your beckon call.
The slats we love between cover
our faces hiding behind
the studs in the wall.
Our wooden expressions perfectly
practiced for friends and
neighbors in our hellish manicured
wonderland.