These walls feel so heavy around m… The wind wrapped her hands around… Goodbye has leaked from my tongue… My mouth, is a hurricane, I am trying to keep calm.
I’m walking barefoot across the earth, my naked heels hugging the sunlit sand, burning from the artistry of the way the birds wings are clipping the horizon. My thoughts are like vapor,...
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,
There was something heavy about th… Or maybe it was the way it didn’t… I wear October on my forearms lik… That I can not take off until it… I have finished the words that tri…
When I was fifteen, I realized that I held the sky in… I looked out my window at the tree… moving faster than my hands could… the feelings they left me with;
They told me not to talk so much, not to dream so much, to take the ocean that moves inside my ribs, and to swallow it. To swallow it whole. They told me I could never make it. They t...
He told me, through the wind in hi… I let the chill of winter that wra… They never told me it would feel t… I handed my soul to a crowd of peo… I was told by a boy with golden ha…
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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,...
My hips are turning into tidal waves, dreams of what my bones can no longer live up to– expectations, drenched in stardust, longing, expectations, too high for my hands to reach. There ...
I was shedding my skin as the trees shed their leaves– I was breaking my bones so that I could still sleep under the same covers, I was aching, I was growing, I was becoming. My hands...
Poetry is the blood that runs rampant through my veins. It is the smell of grass against the harsh winds, that smack against my frail cheekbones, reminding me that you’re no longer by m...
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...
In between my fingers grows a field of paper dandelions, their petals all
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 ...
