On that day, I avoided the path of a linguist / ethnomusicologist turned sex slave by an inch.read more
How bizarre. You are…you were just one of those people I misf*cked.read more
So, once again I independently decide that you don't love me. You deny it, you say it's not it. I have a hard time buying it because I know how people act when they are in love. They can't bear long separation, they can't help responding to texts, it's the Force that...read more
A ghost of you is everywhere. I feel dumb, helpless and enlightened. I think about all the places where we used to go every weekend. Restaurants, our faces, laughing. Trust, ease, feeling comfortable. Where the fuck did it all go? I refuse to think about quantum...read more
I don’t love you, but you need to love me. I need to come and go as I wish, and you need to wait for me, wherever and whenever I is. You were put on this earth to wait for me.read more
Every time I make out in public in America, I feel like I am in Victorian England.read more
It’s 7.30 in the morning and I am trapped inside an office cubicle, across the wall from the majestic American corporate skyline.read more
“I Miss You.” I wrote it many years ago and somehow, it still has its own place in my heart. I was so excited about the guy! He was my perfect type. While being my perfect type, he was hurting me. He was arrogant. He was unfaithful. He was lecturing me on being square because I objected to him kissing other girls (in front of me, none the less). I remember thinking, “One day, he will understand. One day, one day, he will appreciate me and understand.”
And then I lost interest.
And then he died. Drugs.
I fully and completely forgave him. I wish him peace somewhere away from me.read more
Last week, you were my baby. You are now some dude. I can stop talking to you in my head.read more