i see her. i see her when she thinks i don't see her in the hallwaysi see that she sees me too but we don't see each other being together i know she knows i know aboutthe same feelingswe share. it's too obvious to not show. it's been thereour time spent apart has given space to a weird animosity that wasn't there before. a strange new feeling that separates our "friendship" from what we really ...

I can’t tell exactly whenI realized I loved you.That home wasn’t a place anymore—It was a pair of arms,sleepy smiles,and messy hair.It all happened in a day.You were simply you,I was simply I—All of the suddenI looked at youand my soul whispered,“I Am Home” There is no where else for me to go,No where else for me to look.For whatever our souls are made of,They are one and the same.We. Are. Home...

we held hands in comfortable silence together we listened to songs about lovein bed in the darkness faces illuminated by phone screens your body and mind pressed against mine  when you told me something I already knew to be true 

So many stories to tell. So much to write about.Numerous situations,just couldn’t get myself out.Broken starscraving embrace of the dark.People beggingfor the sake of their heart.Countless people I met,a few I pushed awaywhile others straight-away left.Somehow,I find myselfkeeping my thoughts inside.I wonder why,knowing myself feelsway more comfortingthan someone else claimingthey’ve been awar...

peel off my clothes  hold me down to the bed  make a home out of my body  leave as quickly as you came

I’m thinking it through, making some changes for me My head feels so much lighter, not foggy anymore, now that you’re not a whoreI want to be there, I want to be there, I want to be there, or anywhere Should I move away or should I stay right here, maybe just a few more yearsAnd when I sleep at night, would I feel alright knowing you’re mine Tell me what to do, would someone tell me what the he...

Like some rancid Guinevere I will wait behind the curtainsof the window by the gardenin the space between our hearts and our mindsAnd like some twisted Lancelot you will come for me againsneaking past the guards to do battle --a perversion of the holiest of kinds

When I was eighteen we wentskinny dippingDo you remember?The taste of cheap wine on my lipsas we struggled to stay afloat

Youheld ontomelike the drowning hold onto the sea

I felt myself split in two one quiet summer night.Sitting in a strange bedroom, doing homeworkdoomscrolling She appeared then:Sitting cross-legged on the carpet opposite memy mirror image. however  I became afraid of her black eyes of the words I didn’t have to explain herexistence and better yet to send her away I had checked every box in pen:Desperate. I counted painstakingly on my fingers:I ...