When I start to build a bridge
of logic & what's best for me,
you interrupt this 
by looking at me. 
Each one of your eyelashes
are matches 
& this fire distracts my view.
Such a pretty sight
burning the stability
out from under me. 

.Laura Curren.








It's all about instant gratification,  
followers & likes, 
media politics, 
facebook soapboxes. 
It's all about your internet history 
haunting you with ghosts of past clicks.
It's scrolling through thoughts already 
chewed up & digested for you. 
Watching instead of being, 
wanting a distant approval,
worshipping the shopping mall 
for opinions 
&selfie comments. 

.Laura Curren. 






Sometimes romance 
is in those moments 
that make you laugh to yourself 
in a way that only you can understand.
I knew we were in it 
but we hadn't said it 
& I don't remember the context, 
maybe it was Britney's 2007 meltdown,
but I asked you 
"Would you still like me 
if I shaved my head?"
"I would still love you 
if you shaved your head," 
you said.
& there it was!
Just like that.  
You corrected me 
in the most beautiful way.

.Laura Curren.

When the words you choose for yourself
cause ripples in your calm,
the waves begin to crash inside 
& all control is lost to a pull 
that feels larger than you.
You're frightened into darker depths;
the air is lost, the sky is gone.
But as you're sinking,
you see a thread that gets thicker 
with confidence,
hold onto this 
& let it pull you up 
until you break the surface 
of a reality that hurts. 

When love's language is
no longer universal,
humanity ends. 






Your laughter 
is the sun 
waking up 
my sleeping heart.
My kiss 
is the moon 
pulling at your tides. 
The rivers 
of our nerves
ignite with life.
We are our own 
world.  

.Laura Curren.

Don't build your home 
on a volcano 
& then tell me 
how destructive 
the world is. 
 .Laura Curren.

I can tell you want to feed off of
my reactions. 
Your aggression murders the romance 
of conversation. Words are twisted
until I can't see their shape anymore. 
You want to pull the anger out of me 
so you can feel justified for your own. 
You want to feel in control.
You want to stomp loudly & carry a big stick. 
But I won't pull swords 
out of my throat like this.
I won't shoot poison arrows 
that blame bodies for being in the way. 
I can suspect at the core 
you're just a little boy inside, 
just a man who has suppressed cries,
& if pain stays in the corner it was cast 
then its shadow begins to 
rip the light out of the room. 

.Laura Curren.

"You're so
comfortable." 
you said scowlingly  
like the word
was a dirty pile of clothes,
like the word was actually un what it means.
Suddenly all I felt proud of 
was made small & kicked over.
But even more so unwhatyoucalledme 
was that it was true,
you were right.
I hadn't been running to my potential,
I was slow & sluggish in those pursuits. 
But my heart was always beating fast for you.

.Laura Curren.

I want to know everything there is to know 
about you getting old,
about you getting tired,
& taking it out on me
because I'm the closest someone to you,
because I feel it all from you
& you let me.
I'm the reflection in your eyes,
you notice the light & dark in mine
& this stays sacred with honesty.
We listen even when one or both of us is angry.
We keep passion blushing.
We slay stubborn hearts with jokes.
We uncross our arms to possibilities.
We rest assuredly 
that everything is alright 
in the morning.

I'm too sensitive 
to be a politician;
my heart governs me. 










Ask why he won't change,
but a better question to 
ask is when will you?

Love can be quiet;
it won't shout over your pride, 
please keep listening.






The best life advice:
pain is inevitable,
suffering is not. 

You wanted me to stay 
mentally hungry like you 
& I understand; 
you feared thick & too comfortable 
more than a growling ambition 
reminding you that you need more,
you need to do something,
make this go away.
I'm proud of who I've come to be
but my hunger 
was always for you
& that scared us both. 

You wanted me to stay 
mentally hungry like you 
& I understand; 
you feared thick & too comfortable 
more than a growling ambition 
reminding you that you need more,
you need to do something,
make this go away.
I'm proud of who I've come to be
but my hunger 
was always for you
& that scared us both.