relationship – TREMG

Favorite Color

My favorite color Used to be red. How easy it was to swipe the shade Across my lips And pull it over my head To hug my body. But they didn’t like that color on me Only liked to see the dress On their bedroom floor instead. They convinced me all the time I started…

3/30/22

Your birthday You turn thirty today Your lucky year I guess I should be happy for you But I’m not Too upset with the fact That even after five years I still remember your birthday And I can’t chalk up some lame excuse Like it’s the day before my best friend’s Because as true as…

Pillow Talk

His mattress was on the floor, two pillows dressed up his bed. It gave off the potential of an artist but it looked like he was pretending. He never asked me if I liked his place, probably because he knew that even with my falsity to it all, he could still tell I was lying.…

A Story for the Heartbroken

This is a story written for a broken heart. This is a story that will give you hope. *** This is a story for you who thinks you are not good enough. You who look in the mirror and see nothing but the words they call themselves. A blackened reflection of what was. This is…

The Endgame

I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…

First Heartbreak 2018

It’s a cruel scene, a tragedy to feel such a way, for a woman to experience a ruing pain. I’ve never felt so broken and betrayed, never sobbed so recklessly that my lungs could barely breathe. They asked about love and the meaning of it, and I truly believed I had it, that I was…

What Are You Willing to Do, My Love?

What are you willing to do? I am a kaleidoscope of colors, my love, an endless abyss of beauty that is overlooked by chips on my shoulder and open scars on my back. I am a body full of bleeding roses, thorns sharp for those who dare enter stoned gates and commit to the tide.…

This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

When Love…Fades

So, you met somebody. And maybe you weren’t expecting it at the time. You gave your heart so many chances to be rebuilt by past lovers who could barely hold a small piece that broke off from someone else before. You didn’t feel like trying for what seemed like the millionth time again only to…

Missing You

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers. “Shut up,” he mumbles. She looks over at him and rolls her eyes, scooting herself away from him. Leaving his back exposed and cold, she knows it would unnerve him to lose his warmth. He rolls over and groans, “It was just a joke.” He can’t tell with his eyes…

This Is Me Letting You Go

I don’t want this to be so hard. But I guess it has to be when it’s something you know you need to let go of, even when it’s the last thing you want to have happened. It kind of feels like you’re giving up on something that’s always been bad for you. And no…

To My Mom, On Your Wedding Day

People always seem to ask this question: what’s your favorite memory? Whether it be with a friend, family member, or loved one, it’s a question for most of us, we’re able to answer right away. For me, it’s always been the same one because no matter how simple it is, it was during those times…

Disturbed

Music plays softly through a speaker resting on the corner of the desk, mimicking rhythms of Charlotte Day Wilson and Cigarettes After Sex to set the mood. Its soft vibrations calm thin walls and thick wooden frames of the bedroom, engraving its lyrics on freshly dug graves and sweaty, soiled skins. The pen glides along…