i was drunk, you were high, but that didn't change a thing. it had been 9 months since we last spoke, that night you told me about how you could have once loved me, how beautiful you thought i was even though i sat there shivering but it had been my heart that was too … Continue reading 3am in october
disclaimer: i guess this is more of a letter, rather than a poem. but writing this was hard, let alone sharing it, but i needed to put this out there for my own sake. in a sense, i think getting this out there and facing my feelings would've made ben proud. losing a friend … Continue reading dear ben – a year later
i saw you in my sleep last night, and it'll probably be the last time that i ever see you once again, you lied about loving me, and once again, i was a fool for you but never again will i be so see-through, never again will i be so cruel to myself
i hate to admit it, but being in your presence, was when everything began to fall into place again, the pieces of the puzzle began to fit, but here i am, a hopeless romantic, forcefully trying to sew the pieces of my heart back together again, for them to fuse together, like they did when … Continue reading a. n.
i wish for my poems to be pretty again, to write about sex, and love, and my relationship with writing, i wish for the darkness, the parasitic ivy, to decay upon itself. and not within the spider web that is my brain. and mostly, i wish for the decaying matter to stop, for it to … Continue reading darkness behind my eyes
as much as i want someone to hold me close to keep me warm at night i am just not sure that it's you i want to be in love with you with your skin on mine with your breathing when you sleep but i am just not sure that it's you and i think … Continue reading conflicted
i felt bored, so i drank my own weight in wine i thought i'd be entertained, distracted but now i'm just sick, and you're still on my mind
for someone who identifies as honest my biggest fuck up has been lying like when i lied and told you i didn't want a future but really, i couldn't picture a future without you
how do you write about something that is so deeply buried in your mind that your only memories seem to be that of dead roses and their thorns?
i want you to never forget me after months, or years i want you to be christmas shopping and to think 'she'd love that' even though i never answered your calls i want you to chase that girl with the same hair and to cry at my favourite films even though it hurts i wish … Continue reading patagonia