Why Marriage Scares The Sh*t Out Of Me

I like the idea of continually recommitting to someone because I voluntarily choose to, as opposed to because of a legally binding business contract.

You Make Love To Me With The Lights On

You make love to me with the lights on
So I’m forced to face my own weird fleshy cage
But now it doesn’t feel like that
My body is no longer the asylum I can’t check out of
My body finally feels like that temple everyone talks about
And my God, do I want to be worshipped

The Art Of Staying

Maybe staying is an art form that can’t quite be perfected yet. Maybe the ones worth keeping are the ones that can barely be touched by our own fingertips.

These Are All The Definitions Of Love

Every time I think I know what love is, I realize I am off by a fair mileage, a distance that I could run until the day I die and still not cover. I feel as though it is a treasure box, a secret jackpot, an unopened chest; something that carries all the answers. Something that we mildly seem to acknowledge the existence of, but for some reason have not unleashed.

An Open Letter To My Anxiety Meds

Thank you. Thank you for loosening the hinges on my brain. For helping me remember that a missed workout, an A-, and a changed plan was OKAY.