4 days deep in January’s throat and I already feel my veins holding brick walls, My breath has become even shallower than the last time I remember the days when my bones still held o...
My father spoke words that burned holes inside my chest, like the way that the sound of your voice would set fire to the dandelions that grew inside my lungs, You had stars sleeping i...
I walked hundreds of miles with stars on my feet and the moon on my back, just to hand to you pieces of the earth, that I had gathered along the way. My eighteen years had gone so fast...
It used to be butterflies, beating their wings against your bones, making a home inside the homeless. It used to be whiskey, bottles of it swimming through the bloodstreams of girls w...
The problem with the air today is that it feels too thick around us I heard someone say as I played a passerby at terminal 5 in Grand central station Like they know our bones are beco...
This year I have changed. I am not talking about maturity. I don’t mean change, In the way a bud changes into a flower. By change, I mean that I have shed my skin. I have replaced my vo...
I guess I had a million hopes I guess I had hundreds of expecta… I suppose I grew a house for you Inside my bones Without asking
Sometimes I wish I could stop the… sometimes I wish you could underst… I already know. Your words molasses-thick stuck un… the pads of my knuckles peeled bac…
They asked me to become something louder, something less childlike, something more of what isn’t, between the cracks of what is. I told them I had fire between my teeth, I warned them, ...
This past October I have found that humans by nature long for this place called home. We are constantly saying “I want to go home now” or “I’ve been homesick.” This past October I hav...
He told me, through the wind in hi… I let the chill of winter that wra… They never told me it would feel t… I handed my soul to a crowd of peo… I was told by a boy with golden ha…
You were happy, You held the world between the pal… The ocean tied around your neck But it became too heavy And you had no where to put it dow…
I sit before the ocean, the sun si… to stop pulling. Memories of your mouth press into… I, am a field of wildflowers. Theres a shipwreck beneath my ribc…
I wripped open my chest only to find you sitting on my lungs, no wonder I haven’t been able to breathe right these past two years. I reached up to the sky and sunk my wrists into saturn...
Voiceless sky The stars in the night Danced over my fragile bones Freeing my demons. Nostalgia
