Remember how our pictures were gold? They only looked gold because I couldn’t see how the gold can fade and show rust underneath. The sparkle was gone, but I kept clawing at the gold plating anyway. I wondered if my fingertips could paint over rust so the gold could stay.
I imagine finding you on the train on the way to Berlin. We’re sipping our cups of coffee, careful not to burn our tongues so our mouths could speak.
I Don’t Trust My Feelings Anymore
The first time I found myself going along with whatever he said, I told myself it was because I wanted him to be happy.
Being True When Things Are Tough
I’m not okay, and that’s okay. I’m going to be true and finally say it.