I’m laying here tonight with the full moon trapped inside my ribcage, I’m drunk off of words, and the summers heavy hearted goodbyes. There’s waves in my heart and they crash down insid...
I fell in love with the sound of t… It reminded me of the firecracker… when you told me, you could no longer be home to me. I touched the backs of my hands,
The sound of October has been any… The lions under my skin have eaten… If only their booming roars could… I lay next to you in your king siz… long after you’ve fallen asleep,
My hips are turning into tidal waves, dreams of what my bones can no longer live up to– expectations, drenched in stardust, longing, expectations, too high for my hands to reach. There ...
She woke up with you in her bones, she felt you burning like smoke in the back of her throat, setting fire to every cell in her body. I still feel you in my bones god damn it, I swear...
The cold winter night buried itself into my quiet veins, it’s sentiment cutting through me like a wild ocean’s waves. There were words tattooed inside every cloud above me, each one spe...
You tried to change, I saw it in the way you folded your arms across your delicate chest, as if trying to hide even your ribcage. You swallowed the clouds and carved every star into you...
I don’t know how to leave this place I call home. My mouth is twisted into shapes of constellations and on my tongue sits every word you ever said to me, the fire in your voice spread ...
In between my fingers grows a field of paper dandelions, their petals all
You don’t remember what her mouth… No you don’t remember what her per… the night she called you by your b… the kites under her skin, pulling
To be a writer means to trade in the person you are, to become the person you wish to be. To be a writer, means to leave behind the shell you live in, and replace your skin with sunligh...
I guess I had a million hopes I guess I had hundreds of expecta… I suppose I grew a house for you Inside my bones Without asking
You were happy, You held the world between the pal… The ocean tied around your neck But it became too heavy And you had no where to put it dow…
I walked hundreds of miles with stars on my feet and the moon on my back, just to hand to you pieces of the earth, that I had gathered along the way. My eighteen years had gone so fast...
As I consumed the wooden air around me, inhaling pieces of the earth into my paper lungs, suddenly the words that I’ve kept alive along my wild lips, I’ve realized are not the same, as ...
