Poetic Fiction

You held my hand when we walked through Seattle Center drunk, and people looked at us like we were in love. I hadn't seen you in months and wanted to keep it that way, it's not me who wanted "closure". I made my own, after months of wanting to tear my skin off everytime you…

I used to throw a lot of parties. Two, sometimes three times a week. I'd invite everyone I knew, and they'd all come. I only threw them to invite a certain boy. So I wouldn't have to hear him say, one more time, "will it just be you and me?" Like I was some sort…

I'm still in Minnesota.It's like the past two years never existed at all. The names and faces all changed but it's all the same, underneath.I'm spending my nights alone and drunk, never sleeping, with my back pushed up against the tile of the bathroom floor, attempting to breathe in order to keep...

I'm getting ready to close the book on Thursday for the second time. This has, officially, been the longest day of my life in every meaning of the word. I left theboy's room at 6:40AM, watching the sun rise and the snow fall around us, everything seemed so calm that I felt out of place,…

I had a dream last night that I was living in an apartment, a small, tiny little apartment with beautiful city views. And in it, my old friends that I don't have anything to say to anymore, lived with me. We had to share a bed because there was only one bedroom, but we loved…

It's been officially raining for twenty six days. Twenty-six straight days of rain. That's hard to comprehend. I don't know what is worse, twenty-six straight days of rain, or not even noticing twenty-six days of straight rain until you get a text message from Q13 (Seattle's version of Fox) telli...

For something less depressing go one entry back.You can love so many people in so many different ways. You can keep these as secrets all to yourself, fragmented in a thousand different memories tinted with summer sunbeams and the smell of the night, walking on clouds while coming home at 4AM.The ...

I think today would be day 70 of having no boy love in my physical, waking life. I've tried not to keep count. I feel like my head is floating, like I'm not really here, like nothing is really happening to me I only think it's happening. Nothing is real. I tried to tell him…

I don't think I could write enough words, think enough thoughts, or simply dwell enough on love. True love. Feel it in your bones love.I watched Eternal Sunshine for the five hundrenth time tonight.Several nights ago I watched an episode of the X-Files in which Mulder and Scully found out that th...

Saw Death Cab for Cutie tonight at the paramount, which is three blocks from my house. They played an amazing show, 90% of my favorites (the only ones they missed were a few from Transatlanticism).For their encore, Ben came on stage and did an acoustic solo of "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" in...