Unhinged. April 27, 2012

And I swore in that moment I wanted you dead. In the most selfish, self satisfying, if I can’t have you no one can kind of way. … “You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.” Julie de Lespinasse

Unnerving. April 17, 2012

“There’s something about you that’s just so..” he starts saying. And she braces herself for another one of his little persnickety, passive aggressive outburst, except he seemed to be deep in thought. His eyes searched the ground fruitlessly and a little crease formed on his forehead, as if he has the words just on the edge [...]

It’s You. March 23, 2012

It’s the taste of whiskey and coke, the trail of smoke upon your breath. It’s the reckless abandon, the fleeting moment, the plunge of thought into sweet death. It’s the exhilarating pain, the intoxicating pleasure, the bitter refusal of defeat. It’s the heavy breaths, the spreading warmth, the rise and fall beneath the sheets. It’s [...]

Distractions, Distractions. November 18, 2011

“Because I come here, in the middle of the night, in my pyjamas and you haven’t even tried to kiss me. Not once. If you really meant that, I’d be slapping your hands away from me,” “Or maybe, just hear me out here,” he made a gesture to quiet her as she opened her mouth [...]

Combustible. September 22, 2011

He turned to face me, his face was contorted into lines of anger and distaste – nostril flaring, jaw tight, eyes glaring holes into mine, hand by his side clenched into a tight fist – as though it was taking all his self control not to hurt me. As though it took each fibre of [...]

Inspired. August 25, 2011

I like the way you walk. Scratch that. I really like the way you walk. More than your mega watt, super charming, turn knees into jelly smile. More than your hair. More than your sense of humor. More than your quick quips and disagreeableness in every little banter. Okay maybe not the last part. But [...]

Cafuné. February 19, 2011

… Cafuné [kah.foo.nay] -verb (Brazilian/Portugese) The act of  tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.

Not Before. December 15, 2010

Breathe. Force the damned oxygen into your lungs. Breathe deeper. You’re flailing. Too obvious. Gasping. Even breaths. Long calm even breaths. Better. Blink. Suppress the urge to clamp your eyes shut and implode. Flatten the desire to feel. Ignore the scrutinizing looks, blank stares, questioning eyes. Blink again. Slowly. Deliberately. Defiantly. Swallow. Command the knot [...]

Kinder To Me. November 12, 2010

I never saw it coming. I should’ve, but I didn’t. And it just happened one day. I turned on the faucet and watched the hot water run. I would’ve been kinder. I would’ve been kinder had I not noticed how her hair had begun to look familiar. How she walked, with the same bored but [...]

Love The Way You Lie. July 31, 2010

“Look me in the eye, and lie,” she demanded. He took a step toward her and she stood her ground. Placing his hands on either sides of her cheek, those warm comfortable hands, he looked deep into her eyes, wide and honest. But she doesn’t crumble to his touch, like she normally did, or his [...]