I was made for sunny days
for whispered tales and spirited slopes
for backs of palms and thirst
for roses bent with dew
I was made for passion filtered
for weeks gone by in hazy mist
for unlocked doors and chains of grass
I was made for you.
I want to fill in parts of you so together we are whole
and hide myself in what you make of me
pieces of me break into light when you say my name
and I am transcended, this time.
Lately I have only been composed of late nights. Porches scattered with people being and learning amidst gusts of wind We are vast. We bre...
Some combination of nicotine and cannabis and alchohol Pushes me through the sun to get to you. I drink my sorrows. Bass beneath the blind...
A response to Three Word Wednesday I walked along the left side of a dirt road, unsure. one patch seems ominous; I stick my hand into t...
splinters in my feet infected, pus infused from treading boards I cough, try to speak around the maggots squished between my teeth made ...
and if our love was fading water fading slaughter of spent nerves and all the hope was scraped from the inside of my chest would you tr...