These walls feel so heavy around m… The wind wrapped her hands around… Goodbye has leaked from my tongue… My mouth, is a hurricane, I am trying to keep calm.
The sound of October has been any… The lions under my skin have eaten… If only their booming roars could… I lay next to you in your king siz… long after you’ve fallen asleep,
Poetry is the blood that runs rampant through my veins. It is the smell of grass against the harsh winds, that smack against my frail cheekbones, reminding me that you’re no longer by m...
Darling your flesh is painted crimson, a monochromic version of the sky that overhangs our dirty bones. My answer to you, to the last thing you ever said to me, is of course. Of course ...
Somewhere between your chapped lips and the silhouette of your body pressed against mine, sits the spaces your figure can not fill in me. I’ve held onto your hand as if its grip would n...
Sleeping, aching, tugging the skin off my back, breath filled with thorns and hurricane ribcages I am sorry, my arms weren’t strong enough to hold onto you. Two hands, not enough, ten f...
The flower in my soul, Shes beginning to whither away She has spent her life Making my body her home, As her body had been mine.
A child sleeping in the crook of her fathers arm, Memories dripping down our splintered limbs, our skin a puddle at our feet You were always something too far away for me to reach. ...
Autumn settles in our skin as if we’d swallowed the last of august. It sits inside of us like a child, clawing at the linings of our souls, begging to climb in deeper. The September air...
I carried you under my skin, I grew, I changed, I shed my skin, But you never changed, you never l…
Strawberry blonde fingertips Her hair like star-trails A child beneath her skin Bones aching like the shadow of yo… Thunder crackling through the sky
When I was fifteen, I realized that I held the sky in… I looked out my window at the tree… moving faster than my hands could… the feelings they left me with;
It’s raining and my thoughts are swimming around me, of my palms pressed against your chest, the planets on my fingertips now carved into your ribs. I can feel the dense air of autumn ...
When the night is silent and the s… What color is your soul and where… When you listen, The moon howls louder than the wol… Where are we going anyway? Were a…
You held me in your arms in the middle of November. We were drenched in moonlight and choking on ecstasy, from the rapture of each others smiles. As the warmth of your fingertips tickle...
