3am in october

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

dear ben – a year later

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