There will be times when it feels like standing up for what is right means losing all you have left. In those moments, when your back is exposed and the blush of your lips is flush with the bricks, a cold shiver creeping down your ramrod spine is nothing more than the last gasp of … Continue reading A Good Thing
Tag: Quotes
The Hard Part of the Night
You left me to hold the hard parts of our life and the night, and I still try to mute the sound of my own heart breaking, but it breaks again and again, over and over until the shards of it climb from my chest and pull my lungs from my throat, my lungs that … Continue reading The Hard Part of the Night
On Poetry #4
I wouldn't call myself a poetry whore, but there is something about a well-placed comma that really revs my engine. © Nicole Lyons 2018
A Cosmic Disappointment
I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
Most Days
I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017
Robbing Air
I don’t want to live this life anymore, but you are pinks and deep hues, the tangerine clouds behind sunsets that giggle and puff themselves into the shape of my mother, when she slouched proudly against the cupboards that robbed my air. You are the pink of her that opened the doors on their mothers … Continue reading Robbing Air
Her Belt
I wonder if she thought of me when she cinched her belt, and if she had to punch extra holes in the leather before she did it, and if it was real leather or as fake as we were. I wonder these things, and quickly follow up my wondering with more, like why I am … Continue reading Her Belt
I Would Run
I feel what you feel, and I know what you know, and in another time or another place, on every other plane of existence, I would run anywhere with you.
I Was Here
I will not tread lightly. I want you to know, by the quake in your bones and the falter of your step, that I was here before you, and I fought valiantly. © Nicole Lyons 2017
I Once Was New
My body has been used; tossed to the ground to wipe away indiscretions, and the grinding filth of lying whores. My heart has been starved; cupped in sweaty palms to ease burdens, and the murky hypocrisy of righteous men. My spirit has been wrung; pulled inside of fists to stretch truths, and the sour … Continue reading I Once Was New
