Deep cuts hurt more When I touch you is it sore? Deeper are the ones that scar Do you notice when I’m far? I won’t mean to cause you pain

I walked into my bedroom after a nine hour shift and caught a whiff of heat and the feeling of him. It’s been eight years:

I don’t know if you’re saving me or killing me nice and quiet. Some days you taste like air to me and others you taste like dirt.

I used to see my body the way a child plays with play dough love the bumpy and the squishy bits it could

Looking beside me I saw the rain… sunlight like a veil, becoming heavier. It rained the same way many of us… At first nothing, then light

I loved you like a cockroach dying– painfully slow then squash all at once

I did not feel home hear me clinging to him like children cling to their mothers in the unknown arms of

I have found the hardest parts of matters of hurt regarding the heart Are those where love

When your worries and your burdens become too much to bare come to me my darling the weight we both can share Our love could last a lifetime

Nearby to a riverbed under the shadows of the night was a string of gumnuts, illuminated by moonlight Now upon approaching

Curvy and I were friends since the moment I was born in fact she was friends with both my parents too Curvy was there while I grew