the routine is the same & un origi… i get up and torture my hair and mental state try to braid it into pretty face try to make my eyeliner straight e…

Pop pop, I miss you, I miss the moments th… I told you how your presence in th… I miss the time I didn’t tell you… you’re the most good in this home.

Head first into a storm, its piercing me its warm & I’m knowing to be released

Fall is sleeping in birds nests an… whistle wind chimes Can’t grasp how it happens in such… we lose so much & then find. Once I sat in a rainstorm, which…

All my poems start with I Should get over myself We spend days contemplating our li… Doubt But what if we could explode into

God I complsin an awful lot for s… Going to change anything I just buckle ny sest belt Prepare to collide into my own pai… My mouth says I want to live

Hope is not some delicate pretty emotion. Nor the graceful character you’ve read in all the poems. It is not

Some days you woke up before me, And some days I before you, But either way I knew, one of us… The few moments long enough to Appreciate sunlight on skin

The ocean was death on july fifth. Their waves were intimidating wars… I can’t even show you without show… it was a different beach. And when I got home I felt like…

i dont know what it is missing in… but whatever it is is growing inte… like a big huge gap in my ribs, growing gardens of empty. and im dizzy,

I opened up, feel like I spoke to much amphetamine head rush got unstuck, stumbled storms in my head.

I know I’m going to regret a sing… like pesticides and I feel it’s every grain hanging on my skin disorder always wins

Soft warm colorful & idk are these patterns mind waves

we started lost we were found in the middle we’re turned upside down again i’m wounded a little. and i cry every time we hug becaus…