When Stories About Him Are All You Have Left

Therapy is weird when you realize it’s full of secrets, words, hopes you so badly want to share with someone, but your mouth clamps shut in front of the person you need to tell the most.

The Night My Dad Died

You closed your eyes, and drifted in and out of sleep. I sat by your side, alert. I was ready to be whatever you needed.

I Lied So I Could Touch You

But I knew these were not my hands to hold. I explained the curve and thinness of the line farthest from his thumb meant relationship trouble. I was playing with fire now.

We Were A Walking Tragedy

I was high and blurry-eyed, so in love with the haze and romance of a disaster waiting to happen.