a confession of sorts.

I probably would have gotten over you a lot sooner if I hadn’t have put you into everything that I wrote, into every damn love song that hit the radio. you’ve lingered like… Continue reading →

from the growing season:

I thought about calling you today but,

truth is, I can water all of the plants in my 200 square foot room but, I cannot water myself down in such a way that would promise you wouldn’t choke, or drown.… Continue reading →