tears come today and the day before unlike they have flowed in years the wavering lines you see off hot pavement are reflected in the rising temperature of my face brave runoff trickles down the rest of my being soaking the sweatshirt given to me as a gift soft exhaustion lets me hibernate as my energy seeps from me as rain from clouds » Continue Reading
my unbroken heart still yearns to be held so was it really you leaving that made me desire your touch or was it that i knew you could fulfill something i'd always needed when i was a kid my love language was words of affirmation and quality time hugs were rare and sparked my fire i didn't even know being caressed was an option one day people will hold on and hold on real tight without the shame » Continue Reading
i miss the way you loved and it hits when i least expect it my friend asked me to explain to them how to kiss and all i could remember was your lips intertwined with mine you are someone i would never seek out again but you are someone i will love until i cannot love anymore sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night and turn to the side, as if i'd see your face in a place you'd never been i h... » Continue Reading
i was hoping that today i could write a poem filled with warmth and light but everyday feels like it is too much for my feeble heart i used to prize my boldness and openness my vulnerability but in moments of weakness I'm more afraid than ever to spill my guts i don't know how to let myself be taken care of only how to care for » Continue Reading
where's my lover with the melancholy face who i brew a cup of coffee for before they wake i dream of them in ways i can't translate what future we might have is unsure but when the time is right i know they'll be there i see a little bit of them in everyone i have loved how precious it is to be held » Continue Reading
my eyes focus in and out mindlessly scrolling pinterest in hopes of finding a reference after drawing all morning, the only indication of the morning is the time on my screen a man mounted like a stag on the wall, surrounded with frames like a trophy a woman posing for a man viewing, balancing on a bicycle with only socks on a peach bun on a sickly green plate, reflecting soft pink and yellow tone... » Continue Reading
three candles out of eleven burn brightly enough to illuminate the entire space a couple people out of 8 billion strike harshly enough to change who i am entirely a small part of me wishes you had less control over who i was who i am but who else would grasp my fate? the fate set out already that fate included you your malignant touch before all else my candle burns » Continue Reading