Saturday, July 22, 2017




















Please don't try to talk to me 
because you want to see what's left of you in me. 
What I still keep. 
I started to cut into your surface. 
I started to look deeper.
I felt there could be something more beautiful under your glass. 
I felt waves frozen by your own volition. 
I could almost taste the salt of your past. 
I felt something you didn't want me to. 
I was tearing through the presentation of you. 
I was getting close. 

.Laura Curren.















These nights that pull at my soul 
make my heart stay awake 
for hours I try to hold for too long.
I can't keep them.
I can't keep you.
but I love you anyway.

.Laura Curren.












All I can take from our experience 
is that it was foolish of me to fall 
so hard & fast, again, because it felt 
so blindingly amazing at the time. 
I remember laughing a lot. I remember 
having good sex before the bad sex we had 
the very last time. I remember starting 
to feel a new level of comfortable 
& having that abruptly pulled out from 
under me. I remember being ignored like I 
was nothing. I remember seeing my things 
on my porch like they were annoying & out 
of your way. I'm out of your way. You 
don't need to ignore me anymore. It's like
I've been saving these words for a moment 
when you're going to apologize to me. But 
I realize life will not always offer me the 
closure I seek. I have to find that 
myfuckingself. I have to be my own closure & 
walk away from thoughts that hold me in a 
place of questions. I am an answer but you 
are no longer my problem.  
.Laura Curren.
















I can change the volume of my voice
to fall & rise intensely. 
I can show you how harsh 
or soft 
my tongue can be. 
Maybe my words are like a pretty song in the distance 
you're not sure what or where it's from,
yet it surrounds you for the moment. 
It sounds beautiful. 
But you never learned the letters 
of these blossoming sentiments. 
You can hear but you don't understand. 
My love is another language 
I keep trying to speak to you. 

.Laura Curren.





















I was possessive of your name in my mouth,
of the way you looked at me 
across a crowd or 
at the peak of my screams.
I was possessive of my feelings
& how I could keep them safe 
from reality. 
Maybe it wasn’t really you,
I just ran after my own imagination.
I was out of breath 
& never pausing to rest
or look at myself;
tired & what for?
I spent a significant slice of my life 
chasing after your words.
When I finally stopped & slowed, 
my own words came back to me, 
reminding me to breathe, 
telling me they love me.

.Laura Curren.




















I can only imagine 
the state of your face 
& the shape of my heart 
breaking into a form that collapses 
with my confidence 
because you won't even tell me in person.
You won't speak it to my eyes, so 
imagine the worst of my own bullshit,
small moments & mistakes  
adding & blowing up in my face. 
My mind is curled by questions 
I can't exhaust.
You tell me I'm great in the vaguest of ways 
& we're not meant for the long run.
I'm defeated for running after you 
& my imagination. Even though it's not you, 
it's love. 
It hollows my spirit every time it escapes me, 
but I'll chase that feeling 

for the rest of my life. 



.Laura Curren. 






I can change the volume of my voice
to fall & rise intensely. 
I can show you how harsh 
or soft 
my tongue can be. 
Maybe my words are like a pretty song in the distance 
you're not sure what or where it's from,
yet it surrounds you for the moment. 
It sounds beautiful. 
But you never learned the letters 
of these blossoming sentiments. 
You can hear but you don't understand. 
My love is another language 
I keep trying to speak to you. 

.Laura Curren.





















I was possessive of your name in my mouth,
of the way you looked at me 
across a crowd or 
at the peak of my screams.
I was possessive of my feelings
& how I could keep them safe 
from reality. 
Maybe it wasn’t really you,
I just ran after my own imagination.
I was out of breath 
& never pausing to rest
or look at myself;
tired & what for?
I spent a significant slice of my life 
chasing after your words.
When I finally stopped & slowed, 
my own words came back to me, 
reminding me to breathe, 
telling me they love me.

.Laura Curren.




















I can only imagine 
the state of your face 
& the shape of my heart 
breaking into a form that collapses 
with my confidence 
because you won't even tell me in person.
You won't speak it to my eyes, so 
imagine the worst of my own bullshit,
small moments & mistakes  
adding & blowing up in my face. 
My mind is curled by questions 
I can't exhaust.
You tell me I'm great in the vaguest of ways 
& we're not meant for the long run.
I'm defeated for running after you 
& my imagination. Even though it's not you, 
it's love. 
It hollows my spirit every time 













I can change the volume of my voice
to fall & rise intensely. 
I can show you how harsh 
or soft 
my tongue can be. 
Maybe my words are like a pretty song 
in the distance;
you're not sure what or where it's from,
yet it surrounds you for the moment. 
It sounds beautiful. 
But you never learned the letters 
of these blossoming sentiments. 
You can hear them
but you don't understand. 
My love is another language 
I keep trying to speak to you. 

.Laura Curren.




















I was possessive of your name in my mouth,
of the way you looked at me 
across a crowd or 
at the peak of my screams.
I was possessive of my feelings
& how I could keep them safe 
from reality. 
Maybe it wasn’t really you,
I just ran after my own imagination.
I was out of breath 
& never pausing to rest
or look at myself;
tired & what for?
I spent a significant slice of my life 
chasing after your words.
When I finally stopped & slowed, 
my own words came back to me, 
reminding me to breathe, 
telling me they love me.

.Laura Curren.



















I can only imagine 
the state of your face 
& the shape of my heart 
breaking into a form that collapses 
with my confidence 
because you won't even tell me in person.
You won't speak it to my eyes, so 
imagine the worst of my own bullshit,
small moments & mistakes  
adding & blowing up in my face. 
My mind is curled by questions 
I can't exhaust.
You tell me I'm great in the vaguest of ways 
& we're not meant for the long run.
I'm defeated for running after you 
& my imagination. Even though it's not you, 
it's love. 
It hollows my spirit every time it escapes me, 
but I'll chase that feeling 


for the rest of my life. 

.Laura Curren. 

Saturday, July 1, 2017














The colors I've learned to see
are muffled by something darker. 
I know the sun remains 
burning without question, 
burning to save us all. 
But when darkness starts to suffocate, 
only my perception 
can illuminate this fact
that just like the sun, darkness, 
is always there 
& my anger makes it bleed over me. 
My calm is a cure 
for dimmed skies & eyes. 
My spirit absorbs sorrow 
& releases it like the rain 
that comes & goes. 

.Laura Curren. 























It's so easy to project the future 
onto someone else, to take their pieces 
& fill them in with your own.
I want to look past 
the fantasies I spread over their 
skin & direct them
into something wider than I know.
I want to project onto 
the mountains & the oceans, 
the vast unknown,

I want to finally see myself. 

.Laura Curren.