i want to love the life i have.
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…
Nothing rhymes with orange, No word perfectly follows it, No word perfectly matches it. No word perfectly flows alongside… It is not perfect.
I don’t need to change the whole w… Just my corner of it. — and what a beautiful corner i…
There is so much pain in this worl… Not with the tattered receipts and… or the photos of friends on every… Candid photos; ones I probably wo… Not with the bookshelf and the pil…
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…
“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…
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 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…
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,
What were you wearing? Was your voice too high, your skirt matching? Was your tone too tough, your strength not enough?
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…
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.
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…