Jul 12, 2015
the tips of our fingers the touch of our palms how innocence swayed in and out from left to right drifting from beneath and continuing right on through through
Jul 11, 2015
I fear falling in love and understanding why.
Jul 10, 2015
His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.
Jul 9, 2015
I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.
Jul 8, 2015
we slept beside held our bodies tight warmed the air here, there everywhere with fingers clenched and a broken sweat we swore, killed drenched our pores beside a slithering door together and never
Jul 7, 2015
We must make tough decisions to see if it’s worth it in the end.
Jul 5, 2015
It was perfect, but perfection is terrifying.
Jul 4, 2015
He was quite lovely and I was quite lonely, so I mixed letters and assumed it would work.
Jul 4, 2015
i have not a poem a word or thoughts we held a rail talked of openness miles upon queries moments we subconsciously treasure our faces held walls legs to fall we twirled for days lusted and twisted and killed in ways we…
Jul 4, 2015
tips of your fingers the nimble hand upon your chest heart below my hand i loved his handles, the hallway conversation how we held without thoughts lusted our lobes drove upon closed roads we melted our love swam for al…