Jul 27, 2017
i write to the tune of you sipping pinot from balconies in the mist of the night overlooking cities in the distance i transform this moment thoughts of you dipped in blue to kiss you would be a second a thriving a lifet…
Jul 26, 2017
I wasn’t alive until it was over and that’s when I realized sometimes love isn’t forever. It’s forever instilled in a moment for us to become alive.
Jul 25, 2017
i lie in your eyes bathing in the sand i swept from your closet doors i hang on words you say kissing demons in the divide we died on the rooftops of our love banging gongs to vibrate the truth sipping wine to mute thou…
Jul 25, 2017
I don’t write poetry. I reiterate conversations.
Jul 24, 2017
dying in your arms with thoughts at bay screaming your name the pain in our stay i hear the white noise fueling your fire with rocks in riots voices in the quiet whispers against my skin resisting yet resorting to the s…
Jul 23, 2017
We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.
Jul 22, 2017
A darkness is something I admire. The beauty to experience an evil.
Jul 21, 2017
reflecting on water on this sullen in bits in damp kisses darkened eyes in a drunken bliss crying on rivers filling thoughts with sand we touch our tips swinging from vine to fine line creating lies to hold ourselves fr…
Jul 20, 2017
I wasn’t through it. I wasn’t over it. I didn’t even understand it. And that’s why I was lost in it.
Jul 19, 2017
with life you die a thousand times corners of hallways motel bathrooms touching your thighs kissing random eyes in the sour of my ways grabbing sheets to grasp a cover in the mist of our error we think of our childhood …