Absence makes the heart grow weaker

I miss my cat. Especially at times when I wish he wasn't there. Like when I'm home late at night, and my sole purpose is to shower and get to bed. He'd usually be getting in my way, rubbing his oversized body against my calves, begging for some food in his bowl.

So nowadays, I go around expecting something black at my feet to trip me. But there never is. But his absence is a black hole, and I'm just there; on the precipice of a downward spiral.

Do Not Fall In Love With People Like Me

“Do not fall in love with people like me. 
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.” 
― Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

raisin at the base of the sink

raisin at the base of the sink

hello
you've been there for quite a while, haven't you
lolling around like a restless child
jumping every time a spurt of water hits you
from one triangle of the drainage plug to another

hop
      hop
   

                           hop

you were but once a lowly raisin
shrivelled and tight

fate has caused you to plummet off the edge of the crust
(either that or no one wanted to eat you, you miserable lump, and you got tossed in the sink)
into this deep dark square of constant running water

And with every drop of water,
You only get bigger
Bolder
Braver

finally you're back to your grape self