I keep falling in love  with a history  that doesn’t belong to me, the faces continually change  but there is always a “you” and always a “me” and so I bury this “you” and that “you” in this mental ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-lover, ex-whatever graveyard  I’ve roped off in my head  courtesy of all these people…


I wear these words  as armor because if I can’t rely on you to hold me to protect me to embrace me, I’ll do it myself.