Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
Can I just have slow sex, Long talks, Lengthy poems, And everyday walks, Can I have running through the wo…
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
