“I hope one day somebody loves you so much that they see violets in the bags under your eyes, sunsets in the downward arch of your lips that they recognize you as something green, something fresh and still growing even… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“I hope one day somebody loves you so much that they see violets in the bags under your eyes, sunsets in the downward arch… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“The poet lusts after emotionally unavailable people because she doesn't have to worry about commitment. The poet desperately wants commitment.” — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“The poet can’t stand the quiet. She can’t stand the buzzing in her head. The murmur of memory. The poet picks up a book… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“A BRIEF INTERLUDE It’s been three years since I’ve spent the night with someone who liked me enough to get breakfast in the morning.… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“The poet is afraid to make any place feel too much like home because then she might have to stop running.” — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“I know I have bigger problems than who I’m not kissing right now but three margaritas in, I wonder how safe your number is… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
“And you might curse the one who teaches you what it feels like to cry at the bottom of the shower in the middle… — Trista Mateer Copy Share Image
