Jan 27, 2017
to sit on a stoop in a dangerous daze where everything feels avant-garde days at oakhurst where we fought in circles to avoid a world of a million candles with running wicks and endless wax stuck in a void of black betw…
Jan 26, 2017
My deepest weren’t my most private. The ones that sat on the surface, but were too scared to be talked of – those were my most private.
Jan 25, 2017
Sadness sometimes becomes you and it isn’t beautiful. But eventually, you move through it. We take different levels, different strides, as we all live separate lives. Appreciate the sadness. Love the sadness, but love i…
Jan 24, 2017
from the eyes of my seas desire we fought to be quakes at the palm of my hands i grasp his neck to feel his beat a pulse detonating felt the tips, how they pulled in the night i seem to twirl around the idea of forever …
Jan 23, 2017
I fell in love with touch. We break up, we leave, we die, but the one thing we no longer have is the ability to touch. We love, we lust, we cry, we hurt, we feel emotion, but can no longer caress our fingers against som…
Jan 22, 2017
i quiver to your beat hands which seem lovely to tango or to fall a puzzle you called god i never said love when i hadn’t i never lied when i should’ve it was your hands it was your grasp it was the pull i gave you my w…
Jan 20, 2017
I realized at the wrong time, in the wrong life.
Jan 18, 2017
to trip on a tongue i talked with a boldness in a world where things seem heavenly talked of angst, atop of liquor drank heavily to control the sensations anger drew revelations, happiness sat in a long-awaited oasis c…
Jan 17, 2017
Most people would have appreciated if I told them they were my entire world, but he looked at me and said it was stupid. And months later I realized it was stupid. Don’t make homes out of people because that leaves us h…
Jan 14, 2017
You were innocent or in disguise and I broke it or let it free.