my world
I’ll be the grandson you always wa… I’ll stand in the garden and marve… none of which I can pronounce. I’ll help you with the sunday roas… “yes, these are the best roasties…
Nothing rhymes with orange, No word perfectly follows it, No word perfectly matches it. No word perfectly flows alongside… It is not perfect.
You have become a dog-eared book a… Pages I will stumble upon some da… To find the pencil marks fading, and the highlighter bleeding. To find tattered corners,
I surround myself with meaningless… I create a narrative in my head w… to make my own feel ever so slight… I pace my room for hours on end in… to make the pounding in my chest o…
I gave you absolutely every part o… to the point there is none left fo… I gave you everything I had, everything I was, everything I needed myself.
Why do I feel guilty for moving o… I’m so scared to fall in love with… and accept that I am past him. What he did, What he said.
You are still my emergency contact… You are still the person they call when I am distressed, when I am sick, when I am too tired to even take c…
You do not need a final conversati… You do not need to sit across from… their lies, their excuses. You do not need to forgive them fo…
I wish I could write about love. I wish I could write a poem that… To know them inside out and for th… I wish I could write about the wa… How that dip in your collarbone fi…
What were you wearing? Was your voice too high, your skirt matching? Was your tone too tough, your strength not enough?
Waiting for the sunrise on christm… I don’t know what happened, or why… I’m not sure when playing out with… scuffed knees and sticky mouths, hands caked with mud and memories,
“Every corner of this house is hau… Every corner of this house is haun… Every nook, every cranny, every ro… The curtains intended to block out… For who dares to look inside this…
How many pages is this going to la… How many chapters am I going to h… How many times am I going to chan… How long is this going to last, I’m running out of paper; flowing…
A shower is not enough. condemning a loofah to a string, a bar of soap to a pebble, hell, even the tiles to plaster. if i could tear myself apart
Please don’t ever become a conspic… Please don’t ever become another a… Stay in the margins, please. Let me doodle your heart in the si… let me separate you from the words…
