Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
These walls are high but poorly built. The right brick crumbling sends it tumbling.
The second boy who loved me
The second time a boy told me he loved me I was 13.“I love u,” my phone buzzed, my head buzzed, New feelings, no end. “Love u 2,” I responded,… Read more “The second boy who loved me”
April 4, 2015
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the… Read more “April 4, 2015”
I curled my leaves and starved myself to the root to deny the pain of blooming, to pollute. and what I found was that the sun didn’t… Read more “The epiphany”
You dropped out of a tree into my path, a shiny acorn, and I, not yet a sapling. How could I have known then how our branches were destined to grow together?
Crumbs of you
like the howling ache of the last bite, yearning, your pillow–cold– my fingers sweep for crumbs of you between my sheets.
They say if you have trouble sleeping it’s because someone’s thinking of you. I’m sorry for those restless nights.
it’s not the weight of your body that pins me to earth it’s the beat of your heart i count my breaths by
I didn’t care much for the sunset, right here, in the old churchyard with plums rotting at our feet. The pregnant trees bowed to us, sticky, alcoholic; a drunken, golden nest. Right here, perched… Read more “August Tenth”