I Think I Hate Your Mouth

You said, “I’m happy now.” I tasted her inside your tooth. I think I hate your mouth, and the way the world didn’t explode.

How My Depression Is Addicted To Netflix (Spoken Word Poem)

But maybe that’s why I love a show that features people back from the grave. Maybe I like playing make-believe a little too much. Any sort of fantasy I can sip on. Because Depression, oh she’s on every channel and I can’t mute her.

I Will Always Love You, So Tell Her To Be Good To You

Years ago, he told me to find him when we were in the same place again. He asked that I’d always look for him, that I’d never give up trying to find us again. Who we were. The flame we shared. And I agreed.