#love

I was so close to changing my life. I'm a masters student, and last week, just as the corona virus really began to spread, was our last week of school before spring break. My classmates and I made plans to "hang out a lot over the break!". Meanwhile, I was fed up with my relationship…

When I was first a Christian, I used to read about the time between the Hebrew Bible ending, and the New Testament beginning. There were 400 years of silence. God had promised a bunch. The Jews were waiting for a soldier King that would come to bring justice to their enemies, and build a kingdom&...

I wonder if there will ever come a day when I don’t wake up missing Joe so much it hurts.  I wonder if there will ever come a night when I don’t lie in bed with my eyes closed pretending that I’m back in my comfy king-sized bed in Easton, with Joe next to me,…

Bury me in rue. For the sleepless nights I danced with you; All twists, and turns, and shouting, too. For the way you kissed me right on cue. For the quiet places we withdrew; To sing, to talk. To laugh, to fraught. To shave a moment off the clock. To steal away our tired flock…

10/28/19 Sitting by the dim lamp You know the one it hurts your eyes It’s freezing out but the fan’s on White noise helps drown black thoughts at night Pop tarts and pilsner and a scratch on my tongue A breakfast of champions of sham-pions of chumps And I did I loved Ophelia But forty…

10/05/19 A heart on a string Is it a noose or a ring? And it’s a hell of a thing to make me choose === 10/06 The city’s below me the sun’s in my face. Gravity’s dragging me back to this place. The trees are all turning The flowers are dead. The only thing thriving’s…

10/01/19 My gums burn Was it something that I said? The words are scattered in my head Vying to talk to you. Swallowed feelings turn to lead. Heavy, ugly, rotting, dead. So I wake again Put on my mask The laughing fool who’s just your friend.

09/21/19 Fall begins again It was cooler when I met you. The ghost of summer swirling through the winter of our love. The middle’s all in where it ends, and where did it end? My cheek still burns from where you kissed, but it’s a memory’s length back to your lips and I can’t forget…

It takes two to make love. Anything less than that and you’re just playing with yourself.

If you are someone just visiting ... I’ve had this OD for about 16 years.   I started this Open Diary when I was 16 years old, after coming out of a 9 year abuse from my former step father, who is still in prison. I was actually convinced to create my OD by one…