Mar 8, 2017
I stopped writing in a way they would understand because it wasn’t for them or even him. It was for I to understand, for I to make sense, and for I to let go of it.
Mar 7, 2017
i lay my lips against your thighs brush your hair how the wind feels nice i take your breeze to give you bliss revoke the bad i used to kiss to transcend into this simplicity upon your hips hands in grasp to tango or to…
Mar 6, 2017
Life isn’t about building something with someone else. It’s about building something for a cause greater than yourself, but if someone comes along and they’re worthy enough, we let them build with us.
Mar 4, 2017
to face our gods at the end of this road where trolls hide amongst bridges leaving you with fools gold i hold your hand to hold you close feeling you like sullen blues we view each other as we viewed our hearts dancing …
Mar 2, 2017
feeling the waves of his ink we slide in the puddles of our rain to reign in the eve behind the mist of the starlight i take his hand, to grab his soul we touch things he hadn’t felt before they call it a whore in the n…
Feb 27, 2017
with tattooed legs i pull the threads of the bed i lay walking with a haze reds and blues and purples i said i loved forever in hallways of our endeavor through salty weather a dark december we surrender to our thoughts…
Feb 25, 2017
his wine stained lips leaves a hold on my soul a cold hearted man with devilish control you feel his grasp on your neck which tingles down your back his legs twine your heart the touch feels warm warm fills with lies ev…
Feb 24, 2017
They always come back, but we don’t always answer.
Feb 22, 2017
a deep night i call forth his name in the divide i read the pages i scribed the tears you weep over time to rhyme your name at the tip of my tongue sway your rhythm between my begin our souls twine in the valley at nigh…
Feb 20, 2017
It wasn’t good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.