relationship – TREMG

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…

Missing You, Missing Us

Can we pretend for a second? Can we pretend the universe is mistaken? Can you look into my eyes and unmask the reasons for loving me? I miss your delicate whispers and compliments in my ears, the licks on my earlobes, the sighs of your love. I miss your subtle kisses through the screen, as…

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…

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