Aug 13, 2015
You don’t get over it. You move past it. You move through it. You lose yourself to find it, and when found, it’s yours and no longer theirs.
Aug 12, 2015
It might be the death of me, but it’ll never be the end of me.
Aug 11, 2015
Loving you was hard, wanting you was harder, but kissing your forehead was insanity.
Aug 10, 2015
whispers were soft his tongue was a cost words upon the drift swift of his wings hands, how innocent and sultry heat of the moment
Aug 9, 2015
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to float or fall a thousand feet and create the crevice I called my life. But the thing with crevices, there’s always a top and always a bottom. And the feeling of appr…
Aug 8, 2015
I don’t remember his face or the place we ate. I only remember how he grabbed my hand and his voice when he spoke of his dad.
Aug 7, 2015
I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to…
Aug 6, 2015
our steps within the vivid river turned ocean we sung of as we held on our knees trembled feet shook electrons hovered we set a tone sat upon broken trust the beating ring long distance no ease we were the brilliance th…
Aug 5, 2015
How can you be afraid to live yet scared to die?
Aug 4, 2015
We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.