Feb 5, 2017
I couldn’t write about him and that scared me. It scared me because it made me question the reality of it. And if it’s real, was everything I’ve ever written subconsciously about him?
Feb 3, 2017
to kiss a tongue in a deathly hour felt the palms of your trees how they felt like flowers wake in a tune, your radio plays i spoke of always, you said ever drunken dances and sour edges bridges which led us nowhere ha…
Feb 2, 2017
you were the light i was the devil we became twined in nothing but hell
Feb 1, 2017
They say what you can’t see can’t hurt you, but why does it hurt when I can’t see you?
Jan 31, 2017
tires smashing, breeze transcending pavement rings a tune a black colored nature the way life feels of hatred to jazz to our song or feel of death snow fills, the cold feels mountains in the distance remind me of you th…
Jan 30, 2017
we twirl to our bridges dancing to a beat with a loss of rhythm tango or fall, i grasp his feet he grooves along, my rib cage curls no stranger to a feign no stranger to a troll in peace he sways with the wind, i go wit…
Jan 29, 2017
i wrote you ten thousand times whispers in the air shadows of the veil to feel your veins against my skin the vain of your being the soft sultry i once knew to feel your hues the neutrals of us i wade you in black to se…
Jan 28, 2017
The second they make you feel ugly is the moment you should leave.
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.