i did not.
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 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.
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…
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
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…
“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…
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 don’t need to change the whole w… Just my corner of it. — and what a beautiful corner i…
How have I survived this long bei… and how I do learn to live any dif… — I am so tired of tearing myse…
Nothing rhymes with orange, No word perfectly follows it, No word perfectly matches it. No word perfectly flows alongside… It is not perfect.
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 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,
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…
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,
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…