by breathwords | Apr 26, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
you sent me winter roses, a bouquet of dying petals and dried november leaves i cut myself on the thorns now i am bleeding violet in a world of gray still, thorns don’t hurt the way words do, and there is no sting as sharp as the one delivered by your riposte tongue...
by breathwords | Jun 27, 2016 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations
I can feel them lurking in the back of my throat, moments and mistakes that my mind won’t let go, hovering there, ensuring I don’t forget, turning them into lessons of anger and regret that I was naive enough to allow myself to be changed into someone else...