Caitlin Collinsworth

As you were leaving you asked if there was anything else I wanted to tell you. I said no. There are times I have so much to say I can feel it crawling up my throat but nothing comes out.

A scarless pain with too many metaphors to pick from.

I told you, right now, I couldn’t be your forever. We talked about if animals understood forever. Because, so far, every forever we’ve heard has always ended.

My sternum became protruded with all the forgotten love in strangers.

Dear Catty Girls. I wonder what you think when you see yourself in the mirror while you’re brushing your teeth in the morning.

There was a time when a grey morning sky convinced our eyes to shut and our limbs to intertwine.

I have spent countless hours traveling to see where I belong.

I could feel the space between us, even though you were breathing next to me.

I don’t understand chance or why strangers in the dark can change everything. There is something about graffiti hidden in a dive bar.

Graffiti is a novelty, looking at artistry in places unallowed. It consumes here, too much of something will typically kill.

What is the equation for how your eyes used to look at me?

My hands feel heavy when I am close to you.