Brackish

There are no refunds on anecdotes:
There she goes: the other shoe.

Potential is little more than a moral victory

While you’re waiting for the moments that never come,
You can’t start a fire if you have no kindling
no Flint
no lighter
no match
Bark
and
soul
and
attraction…

Things that don’t grow on trees.

good morning beautiful only works if she wants to hear it from you
or maybe that’s just my Jangled sense of catastrophe

Larceny:
The ash leftover from love burnt to the ground
She’s a lost continent
Atlantis, within her
Just beginning to sink under the weight of the sea.
She’s written all of the other major characters out of my storyline
But I fear I’m still just an extra in hers.
Would I be better off not knowing that
She doesn’t feel for me like she did him
Or like any of the people she’s been infatuated with
That there are no fireworks
No great romance
No sense of “woo”
No fire.
It’s the words we say…
What they mean now,
What they meant then
What they’ll mean later.
All these years of pages
Smoldering in the inferno.