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.

In Spite Of Everything

I sit with my younger self on the eve of a new day.

Sobriety

I am dizzy off of you.