you were six feet from me but so far awayI needed a safe bed so badly I needed you to tell me you loved methat it was gonna be okay I needed someone to tell metell me I'm safe it's going to be okayI'm here for you I always will be you were six feet from me but so far awayI knocked on your door I called your name I knocked on your doorI called your nameI knocked on your doorI knocked on your doo...

if i imagine you hard enough maybe this time you’ll stick around so i count to tendeep breath, eyes closedand by the grace of god i watch your hands waltz across my bodyyou’re nimble fingered and mischievousbut the glint of playful lust in your eyes doesn’t quite mask the 6ft drop of blinding loveand so we inhale each otherlocked lipswe fuck and we are whole peopleand by the grace of god i touc...

I gave her chancesPlenty of chancesChances to act and walk and talk and breatheAnd treat and wound the way sheShould.We had our chance, and we blew it through a paper straw,Watched it blow away like litter in the wind.Shoulders hunched, spine aching,Back breaking with the weight of the world.I am in her arms, her head lies dormant on my chestSimply a breath away from the press of my lipsTo skin...

This is a series of illustrative bookart I created to pair with a recent piece of prose I wrote during my time in isolation. “Sinking beneath the surface of the nightThe sky and the ocean meld and split apart again,Indecisive lovers,Soft skin stretches across jutting bones,You pull your fingers through your hair and stretch upward, The long arching shape of your back,Casts shadows onto the bedr...

I just met you, and you just met me,but when Hedwig's Theme starts,we both squeal with glee,clutching each other like we couldn't breathe."Can I please hold your hand?I just can't handle this."I look at you strangely and laugh, "My hands are sweaty though."You roll your eyes and hold them anyway,our fingers tightly intertwined.We sit there stunned as the credits roll,open-mouthed in awe.I grab ...

What am I supposed to do when the first man I've ever loved no longer loves me?What am I supposed to do when I have to beg him to say the three words I want to hear the most?What am I supposed to do when the words that used to bring me so much warmth are now cold and empty?"I love you." No, you don't.You don't love me. But I really really love you. I want to wake up from this nightmare.I want t...

Remember how we used to lovethe rain? We would rush out anddance like the first flowers ofspring. No longer did we need thatRed Stripe watering can, down it wentin a gargle of defiance. The wetter we got the happier we weremy laugh ebbing with the flow of your liquid giggle. Jumpers, jackets, t-shirts,hats and even socks exchanged –anything to withstand the chill. you were never afraid to catch...

My heart aches with the emptiness I hold for you. This temporary idea of life, makes me want to snatch away every drop of breath and lock it away in a jar. The hollowness of this unusual feeling keeps me up at night. I wonder if only someone came back from the dead to confirm what death is all about – If we could finally grasp the idea of it and proceed with the grief.– Shey. A

It started with my mouth,Whose corners went slack,Who wanted to call them liarWho wanted to argue back.It spread into my throat, Which started to close up.I thought that I’d be sick, I wanted to throw up.Next into my chest, Where I felt a squeeze Then into my lungs,I felt I couldn’t breath.Then into my stomach,It twisted and it turned.And Into to my eyes,Which started to burn.Then into the floo...

Eyes closed.My mind can take me wherever I want to go.I’m deep in the galaxy. The white stars a drast contrast against the purple-black sky. I float endlessly. I am filled with complete peace and contentedness. I’m laying in a field, tall grass rises up around me. Somewhere in the distance, the sounds of children’s laughter and playful shrieks reaches my ears. This is what happiness feels like....

Because of you, love,I opened a stubborn door from New York to Michigan—I thought it frosted over as I chased eastern lights for years, Breathless. Remember when I pointed out Orion in your parent’s basement? We laughed at your blank ceiling and ourselves and your sisters, Spread less like a sky full of planets and stars, and more like a yard sale of mismatched silverware and chipped vases. Dis...