The rain is falling down around me, as each drop touches my delicate skin, they tell me a secret they learned from the sky. There’s waves in my hair and stars sleeping inside my lungs. ...
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 walk with the stars in my chest, their patterns bleeding into my skin as we sing against the paper sky. The sunset grabbing hold of my wrists, the trees carving words into me as I sle...
Our lungs are pounding against our… so loud that the people around us thought it wa… but darling I’m just trying my bes… when I’m around you.
There were sharks in our mouths This is what November tasted of; Blood and not knowing you were an… Pulling out stitches, maybe if I… You told me you were leaving and…
I wripped open my chest only to find you sitting on my lungs, no wonder I haven’t been able to breathe right these past two years. I reached up to the sky and sunk my wrists into saturn...
For the lion under my skin, who ro… For the heartbeat under my chest t… For the feet I feel walking acros… for the feet I feel tugging at the… I am sorry, I am just not ready t…
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…
You are the flinch my heart makes. Naked skin against the sun stained pavement. Naked souls against each other’s space. Exposure. Never have I felt exposure, like listening to your hear...
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...
My soul is painted sapphire, as I run through the fields of sun… your shadow running beside me. My soul is painted sapphire, maybe because,
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Oh what a beautiful soul you have, your skin doesn’t glisten and your eyes don’t shine. But your soul is bright enough for the both of them. I can feel the ocean beating inside your lun...
My mother asked me why you are all… I told her to imagine she had swal… and that every star is burning ben… the moon tearing at the fragile sk… I told her to imagine she had wing…
My body is pressed against the golden earth, it’s rawness peeling away layers of my skin; Mother Earths attempts of reaching my soul. Darling I told the ocean, that when she finds it, t...