(NSFW – if you are my family and you’re going to be embarrassed by certain romantic driven prose, I’d sit this one out!) She strolled out of the midnight mist like she was made from it, he thought. It seemed to cling to her, like it was reluctant to let her go, but she didn’t…

You let me slip through your fingers… I wonder if that makes you want to break glass, your fists curled and bloody, slivers of reflections caught in your palms. I’m a peach sapphire dawn, and you are wary of the light, eyes slit against the glow, like you wish you could see me in that…

I’m the villain in your stories. Do you tell them that I was wrapped in black velvet and satin, my breasts pushed up by the corset top so that everything else faded but your desire? Did you say that my bright jade irises distracted you from the fangs behind my smile? When spinning tales about…

Flour dusted hands and faun eyes large with light. Hands on my hips, fingers digging into flesh. We dance under abalone, tulip blossoms in the sun, opening bright. Love with you is like lemon cake with lavender icing; love with you is like laughter, limbs entangled in firelit dark; love with you is like the…

I loved you BUT… I loved you, like the ocean loves the moon, tides pulling with your command, my body in your sway. My heart mirrored you, an incandescent pearl in the blue deep, as you hung, luminous, in the indigo night. I loved you fiercely, a conquistador planting my feet in the soil of…

You tumbled through space and time, your rack of antlers ripped away by the greedy black hole you were swept into, stars grasping for light as you gasped for breath, death at your fingertips. Immortal ichor to mortal blood. Even the sound of your screams dissolved into nothing and everything. You landed in a concrete…

I brushed my hands across your brow, saw blood on my fingers. I wondered if I was the one with the knife, or if you had razors hidden in apple petal curls. Did you ever write letters just to watch them burn and sizzle in the flames? I wonder at the words eaten by fire…

Dear It’s Best If We Don’t Talk, We won’t speak face to face in this life again, but I hope you know I don’t wish you ill. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wish you no harm, nor would I hex or curse you. I wish you growth and happiness. After all, it was you…

I wonder if I’ll ever stop looking over my shoulder, searching for the Huntsman on my trail. He wants to put my heart in a velvet lined box. I don’t know if these tired eyes and this worn smile can sway him; I am not the beauty they once called me, though I never believed…

Oh think of me, won’t you, when the colorful trees shiver and the children are looking for tricks or treats. Think of me when you’re hunting for the perfect costume, or admiring the Harvest Moon at her peak. Think of me when sky-clad under an autumn sky. Think of me when you dance there, crunching…

You had a wreath of roses on your curly hair mane, A lion in the garden of night, Devouring springtime and beauty, To sustain your numinous life. The golden boy, the loved, the desired, The Prince of flowers and game, And I am the Goddess of Death, Ghosts and sadness and shame. The souls I…

Perhaps it’s time to face the truth, however unpalatable: maybe I was always meant to be a fling, and never meant for forever.  I might be easy to fall in love with, but I know damn well I’m harder to stay in love with. Ask the men who gave me diamonds and pearls. Ask those…

We made a garden, in the beginning. It started with a few precious seeds and bulbs. We gently patted them into the freshly turned earth and linked hands lovingly over the soil. We planted flowers, but more than that: love, hope, beauty, dreams. They were so tender, and precious. Our warm welcome tears watered them…

Dear _______, I can’t believe it’s been a year or so since I’ve seen you. It feels like I can bring you to my mind as if I just saw you yesterday, but it also feels like I haven’t been near you in years. I thought I should leave you alone unless you came to…

I think the title sums it up nicely. – “Don’t tangle with friends and exes” especially when they’re both. Dark hair, quiet lilac eyes behind glasses. Bare skin, starlight freckles, a spill of lamplight on golden hair. I seduced, black lace in my teeth, ink into the emptiness of want and desire, of freedom and…

I miss having you as my friend. No one could make me laugh like you could. I’d jump up on a bench and sing Newsies while you watched and shook your head in amused exasperation. We’d climb on junglegyms and crawl through tunnels. You’d chase me, and tackle me, until I was laughing so hard…

Sometimes I go through my writing and fondly remember something I have written, wallow in the remembrance, and leave feeling lighter. So here’s one for you. I wrote this in a dark place. I was with my last ex and we were fighting, always fighting. I was so tired of dark rooms and tears. I…