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. ...

Im laying in my crooked bed wrapped in layers of vintage blankets, autumn has kissed my face and the moon rests upon my closed eyelids. Dreams are settling in to the world that spins in...

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

She lived inside a wooden house, missed by the distant sea. She dreamt and drank the solitude, of the wind and the trees. She keeps the ocean in a bottle on top of the lonely grass, and...

There’s stars In my chest and they burn with such ecstasy, a poem that smells like autumn, a feeling I just can’t fathom. I want so badly to wrap my fingers around your ribcage, and pul...

When you look at a human being, you do not see their mind or their soul. You see their body, their shell. No one knows of the place this human lives, this person, that you’re standing r...

For you I let my heart flinch lik… I blame it on you but I know I’m… Home seems a little smaller now.… I left the black and blue’s on my… This missing puzzle piece has muff…

I am trying to rip open the sky that sleeps in all of their mouths. The quiet. The storms. Their hurricane arms growing awkward around me. Growing absent around me. No longer around me....

My body lay still and lifeless on my unmade bed on that heavy Wednesday night. My mind lost and my tongue paralyzed, the puffs of cigarette smoke that smelled of your name and cheap col...

You’ve taught me not to love with… your heart will always be worn on… I didn’t love with my palms open,… the songs in my veins playing out… I used to wear the planets like br…

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 ...

The heart is a playground, a crawl space between your pigeonholed stockings, the white of hotel bed sheets bleeding through the surface of its paper skin; The heart is pulling out sti...

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 ...