Senses

Your words, they move.
Over the page,
And under the grain.

Tale Telling Trials

A shattered mirror,
A broken chair,
And a rocking horse left unattended.
Her love, lost.
One word.
Taken.

Love and My Other Cynical Thoughts

Love, they say, is undying. Unpredictable. Unconditional. Blind. Some of my friends are in love. Or so they think. Or rather, they tell me. I can never tell if they're trying to convince me or themselves. Could be a little of both, for all I know. Isn't reassurance a part and parcel of the game? Yes dear, you're playing the game right. No dear, forgetting our anniversary isn't acceptable. Of course love, why wouldn't I want to spend ridiculous amounts of time and energy leaving post-it notes in random places for you to find? Not at all love, I don't think it's pointless in the least to buy that horrendous vase which will neither see the light of day in our already cramped apartment, nor be gifted away to make room for actual furniture.