• short poetry •
I still remember the day you told me you were leaving Our skin was still sticky from the summer air and your kisses were still on my hips Y...
What hurts is how many have seen the cut-raw, deep pieces of me and looked away.
When I’m angry I’ll do anything to prove that I’m still in-control. Sneak upstairs and drink all of the whiskey. Run into the street at ...
The way some flowers curl up inside themselves. Never touched. Never watered. Like your shoulders concaving at touch. Always nervous. Alway...
you ask what I have done with my life. why I am 22 with so many unfinished selves. so many futures I could not commit to. but you don&rsqu...
i am constantly in mourning. there is always an old self that i am  putting to rest.
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I want to be your 1 a.m. fuck and your 1 p.m. lunch date.
Nowadays, I either forget you exist or miss you nauseatingly. There is no longer an in-between.
But you deserve the universe and I’m just a star
All of a sudden I miss everyone even the ones who are not gone yet.
I tell myself not to get sad about people to whom I do not speak but then it comes (yet again) the awful bitterness of missing someone I ne...
I’ll fall asleep to the sound of the rain, because the sound of you leaving is stuck in my brain.
But that didn’t sound like me. Lately, nothing does.
Some of the most beautiful creatures in the world are poisonous, and that’s why I refuse to love you.
You don’t know how to be touched. You don’t know how to be loved. You are lonely and yet you push away anybody who tries to get ...
I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to be anything. I want to disappear elegantly. I want people to look for my goodbye no...
Some days you will feel like the ocean. Others you will feel like you are drowning in it.
I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them...