I’m sad about you again, but all I can do is write. the stupid poems that you don’t deserve and endless letters that you’ll never
I see you sitting across the room, shifting anxiously in your chair. Silently toying with the tab on your drink can, listening in on a
I loved how sure you were about yourself and the way you moved through life Your decisions and opinions were finite, as if you could
Sometimes it’s just a tap on the shoulder, a quiet voice I hear in the back of my head when the rest of the world
When fog kisses the ground before the sun even has a chance to see it. When the rest of the world sleeps and the sky
My blankets hold me like a mother holds her child. Wrapped in warmth and comfort. But I know it can’t last forever. I have to
The sky was your favorite shade of blue, But you liked the smell of a storm rolling in so grey was OK too. You never
I was born on August 31st, this makes me a Virgo. I’m told they are stable and known for being grounded, But I feel as
Time got tangled in the sheets, while my fingers were tangled in your hair. You spoke softly, as not to wake the beast of reality.