I think you could collapse against… your winded breath seeping into my… becoming my own. I think you could run away from ho… but you would always find your sha…
I am trying to rip open the sky that sleeps in all of their mouths. The quiet. The storms. Their hurricane arms growing awkward around me. Growing absent around me. No longer around me....
They asked me why my hands smelled of cigarette smoke when they knew he died of lung cancer just last summer. I told them irony was a funny thing. I took the wind and clenched it betw...
Tonight I will write poetry beneath the moon, his warmth coating my every breath, his fluorescent melancholy falling upon the backs of my hands, begging them to write on. I asked him if...
There’s a storm inside you that even I can feel without touching your hands to mine. There’s a cold front in your veins that make my bones shiver, whenever I am next to you. But darling...
She woke up with you in her bones, she felt you burning like smoke in the back of her throat, setting fire to every cell in her body. I still feel you in my bones god damn it, I swear...
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 ...
Published my 2nd book! Available…
From young we are taught how to speak, how to write, how to love. But we are taught all these things while our souls are still raw, before they become drenched in life and broken down b...
There’s stars In my chest and they burn with such ecstasy, a poem that smells like autumn, a feeling I just can’t fathom. I want so badly to wrap my fingers around your ribcage, and pul...
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,...
Be crumbled, they said. It’s okay to admit you don’t have always copper hands, [my father had copper hands and I guess mine were trying to match] These people they’ll look for you, ...
I’m laying here tonight with the full moon trapped inside my ribcage, I’m drunk off of words, and the summers heavy hearted goodbyes. There’s waves in my heart and they crash down insid...
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...
I don’t know how to leave this place I call home. My mouth is twisted into shapes of constellations and on my tongue sits every word you ever said to me, the fire in your voice spread ...