making good use of these weird feelings

Making good use of these weird feelings I re-connect and aim to ignite I do burn brightly at times I used to write of slipping away disappearing my thin frame becoming slimmer and then simply gone I used to flirt with death I no longer find romance there my body still aims at becoming small […]

he loved me just the way i was

He loved me just the way I was He loved me already before I knew him I loved him the same loved him before paths crossed before words stumbled before our coffee ground romance He loved to come home finding me perched in a chair reading, sipping tea or writing, feverishly He liked me best in my own element Today as […]