I Wish You’d Met Me Earlier

I wish you’d met me then, back when I was happier or younger, or Hell, I don’t know. Just different. Back when I accepted love instead of pushing it away.

FYI, It’s Cool To Care About Things

I’m never going to be a Daria, as much as the internet tries to convince me I should be. I’ll always be a Kimmy Schmidt. Loud, passionate, and maybe a bit much.

On Pain And Excuses

My friend asks where it hurts and I point to the roof of my mouth. And the back of my throat. Basically anywhere, take your pick.

This Is How Love Starts

it will always start small,
like this,
like a tender lip
fitting in the groove
of my bottom lip
in the dark