Strawberry blonde fingertips Her hair like star-trails A child beneath her skin Bones aching like the shadow of yo… Thunder crackling through the sky
Maybe, they tried. Maybe, her voice was silver, but her words were just never enough. Maybe she asked him to stay until her throat ran dry– maybe they tried to love the first time. Mayb...
I pulled out the monsters from ben… When you asked me to tell you what was on my mind, I… I asked you, what it felt like
It’s been a year, and tonight I feel your absence like its burning a hole right through my core, like I just swallowed the blistering sun– but I don’t shine. I’m writing tonight with a ...
In my 19 years I have figured out… I have not reached the merit of em… I have not learned the manner of c… I have not obtained a medium for d… When you ask why my voice shakes l…
When June falls down around your… Wash the abandonment from your hai… Grab fistfuls of language you can… Wrap your tongue around any boy’s… It doesn’t matter if his mouth tas…
Blood rushes through my veins, and my bones ache beneath my skin. They’ve lived inside of me all their life, but tell me now why do they feel so lost? My breath has filled The emptiness...
Never spit the fire you feel growing inside your mouth, into your daughters face. She is a house with no windows, she is a tree about to lose all her leaves. She is a fragile dandelion,...
I sat on the edge of London, people caressing the sweet air around me, like the way the rain would catch onto the tips of your eyelashes, and fall slowly to sleep. Your brown eyes penet...
Voiceless sky The stars in the night Danced over my fragile bones Freeing my demons. Nostalgia
It’s 11:03 and I’m walking barefoot on thin Ice. The sound of my broken heart mixed with the taste of the frozen wind is beginning to suffocate me, but in a good way. It’s 11:19 and I’m...
My father spoke words that burned holes inside my chest, like the way that the sound of your voice would set fire to the dandelions that grew inside my lungs, You had stars sleeping i...
The silver in your pulse ran through my hair like an ocean filled with stars, teaching fish how to swim, and stars how to dance. your breath was bursting with freckles of sunlight, th...
There will be days where your ches… because you can’t feel anything be… empty. There will be days where you feel… like you’re a paper doll, lying on…
It’s the year that you shed your childhood skin, it’s the day you wake up and realize you’re no longer sleeping in your own bed, It’s the feeling you get in the base of your ribcage,...
