Almost all of the greatest loves (and tragedies) of my life have been painful and incurable. I’ve started to think of myself as a hopeless poet who is forever a slave to forbidden or unrequited love.
He healed me, he quenched my thirst,
And he would show me the way,
To my village, to my family, whom I think of every day.
In the end, I did lay in bed, thinking just one thought. That thought kept repeating in my head like a mantra. It was raw desire. It was, “knock on my door and kiss me.”
i can’t find a reason to let go but with every passing season i put on a better show. … More
My limbs were numb, my voice was cold, I couldn’t look him in the eye.
I didn’t want to live like him but I didn’t want to die.
I’m walking slowly up and down these roads watching the people working overload. A colony of ants too scared to … More
When I listen to Love On The Brain, I travel back 12,000 hours and 5,000 miles to Rome in the Spring of 2017.
Sometimes it hurts more than usual. The pain is particularly excruciating. It’ll probably be at the end of a good … More