Tag Archives: Relationships.


7 Feb

We sit on opposite ends

of the couch

and watch a screen

that gives more meaning

to our lives

than we do each other.



The Sun

2 Mar

People always focused their attention on him.

Maybe it was because he was reckless and young, always making mistakes.

Whereas, she was responsible and kind and selfless.

When they were together, she felt like an afterthought.

And so she became one.

I wish I could have saved her from that feeling.

I wish I would have told her sooner, the truth:

that she has always been the sun.


What We Give Up, What We Gain

10 Nov

Have you ever noticed how when you’re in a relationship, you lose yourself?

Maybe not completely, and certainly not all at once. But parts of you get lost

in moments of compromise and apologies and sacrifice. Parts become pieces

that are yielded to expectations of the title you hold.

Girlfriend. Boyfriend. Husband. Wife.

Moments turn into days, and days turn to weeks, and years pass by unapologetically, scraping away aspects of yourself you didn’t realize were gone.

You used to love to bake, but he is a diabetic. You used to read avidly, but she is a movie aficionado. You love the big city, but his dream job landed you in a small town. You have always lived with pets, but she is allergic. He wants a big family, but you have always feared children.

The things you love, become the things you were willing to give up. For him. For her. For us.

Any maybe the fact that we lose ourselves is a big part of why we end up losing each other. Break ups. Separation. Divorce. She is not who you fell in love with. He is but a shadow of who you used to know.

We change, we grow, we shed our skin over and over again.We live a thousand lives in a million different frames of mind.

But maybe my focus is misplaced. Maybe it is not the losing that matters. But rather, that which you gain from the loss.

Maybe our bodies are making room for a better version of ourselves. A version that is more of who we are than who we have ever been before. Because of you. Because of me. Because of us. Together.

It’s okay to mourn the loss of our past selves. The parts of ourselves that are no longer deep within us. Just as it is okay to fear this loss, to fear what it means, and to be afraid of who we are now becoming. To be unsure of how this shift will effect your life. The life of not only her, but him. And both of you together.

We are human. Therefore, most things in life are inevitable. Emotion. Feeling. Experience. The beginning. The middle. The end.

We can not measure who we are in regards to who we have been, just as we can not measure love or sorrow or pain.

All we can do is be aware of the ways in which we change. In relationships. In marriage. In life. In love. The ways in which he has changed you. The ways in which she has inspired you. The way in which somehow, after all this time, you have both become one.

One love existing in two different bodies. And maybe, that is the biggest miracle, and the biggest loss of all.



31 Oct

When I think about the future,

I am paralyzed with fear.

There is no sister ship to guide me,

no lighthouse shining

from the rocky shore.

All I know is, my world is bigger

with you in it.


The Beginning

31 Oct

Remember the moments

when desire overcame us, and

every passing moment

we could not touch

was an injustice, a lifeline

severed. I wish

I could live in those moments



I Can Feel My Whole Life Changing

3 Apr

“I can feel my whole life changing,” she said. “I don’t know how

to grow up, and I don’t know how not to.”

“I know what you mean,” he sighed.

“How do we deal with the immensity of it all?” She asked.

“Wine,” he said raising a glass.

“Well that, and each other.”


The Part Outgrown

22 Jan

She didn’t mean to be
a tangled web of contradictions. In fact, she fought

with every ounce of her being against her own complexity.

It wasn’t all she was.

It wasn’t even the biggest part of her,
but it was still a part.

And in a world where people want to mold you;
that part of her

was quickly outgrown.


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