I Need You To Say It

Before the coil of worry could take root within my spinal cord, her lips met mine.

Falling In Love With You

I read three different articles on when to say “I love you.”

Mornings

Wakefulness is unwelcomed, and it arrives with fluttering eyes and soft groans of protest.

The Morning Taste Of Blood

I wake for the fourth night in a row with the lingering taste of blood in my mouth.

Anger.

The tiktoks I make about having once been suicidal make her angry. I asked her why.