her hands were the smallest thing I’ve ever seen on a 21 year old wo… but she wasn’t really small at all parts of her looked smaller in her quiet shadow panting but only when
Nearby to a riverbed under the shadows of the night was a string of gumnuts, illuminated by moonlight Now upon approaching
and intoxicated fresh air whispers restless man put away those pills take yourself back
I miss you more than I can say Why must I be so far away All we wanted was to stay Now I am gone It’s not okay.
I have found the hardest parts of matters of hurt regarding the heart Are those where love
I used to see my body the way a child plays with play dough love the bumpy and the squishy bits it could
When she was a little girl of the age of 8 or 9 she had a dream every night she wished that she could fly When she grew to 12 years old
I laid it down upon the bed the soft blanket of anxiety which would cover me while I slept wrapped around me tightly
I loved you like a cockroach dying– painfully slow then squash all at once
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
The wounds were not for you to mend my cruel needs not your kind and lightness in a heart can’t rid a darkness of the mind I’ve been soaked by sympathy
there are a lot of things that I d… how to say or maybe I’m just afrai… to I don’t really know well actual… I do I am and how great is it for everyone else who is the reaso…
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:
Looking out the glass door on a cold and rainy day she saw the soggy sandpit and asked if she could play No, oh no my sweet young girl
Only the saddest people know the dark side Of cold spoons and ice packs Of sleeping and staying