I cut your throat when I left You sliced my wrists as you watched Oh my what

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…

There is something interesting abo… predictable learning and by interesting I mean funny There is something funny about

Growing up I learned to love all things bruises bruising being bruised how the colours so easily

I laid it down upon the bed the soft blanket of anxiety which would cover me while I slept wrapped around me tightly

I knew I was sick when I missed him so much I started to crave the smell of his body

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

Only the saddest people know the dark side Of cold spoons and ice packs Of sleeping and staying

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