It’s raining and my thoughts are swimming around me, of my palms pressed against your chest, the planets on my fingertips now carved into your ribs. I can feel the dense air of autumn ...
I woke in the middle of the night, November was sitting on my chest, it’s heaviness pounding against my ribcage, suffocating my every breath. I rolled onto my back and looked up at my p...
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I said I couldn’t hold your words… The night was full of skinned knuc… meandering voices and the sound of… full of shallow breaths, of “I don… This town used to hold kings and q…
I saw you for the first time in 19 months, your hands still felt like lightning bolts, but your mouth no longer had the word stay written across it. I saw you for the first time in 19 m...
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...
Im laying in my crooked bed wrapped in layers of vintage blankets, autumn has kissed my face and the moon rests upon my closed eyelids. Dreams are settling in to the world that spins in...
You loved me when we were stars in… you floated so far away from me, b… I felt you in my chest. You loved me when you were an ocea… I’d fly so low,
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...
I sit buried in the sand, eyes closing, opening, and closing again, synchronized to the heartbeat of the waves, as they crash down before me in slow motion. I’m inhaling and exhaling th...
There’s something to be said about the girl who dreams of rivers, who cant fall asleep when the moon shuts her eyes, because her thoughts are still awake. there’s something to be Wonder...
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...
Most people are born homesick. They leave the home their mothers… Most of us are born homesick. But then we hear our parents carve… We hear their voices fuse together…
The sound of October has been any… The lions under my skin have eaten… If only their booming roars could… I lay next to you in your king siz… long after you’ve fallen asleep,
I’m laying beneath layers of blankets that are wrapped in the smell of autumn, we are falling into each other like rain curling into the pavement. My eyes are dazed from walking amongst...