Who You Will Meet
You will meet someone who loves you.
What You Would Hear
If you were listening you would’ve heard the snow.
Anyone Can Call You Beautiful
Don’t look at him or his pretty words. Anyone can call you beautiful, but few can feel it underneath. It’s just…
The Snow, The Frozen Rain, Why Not Us?
I was at a bar and it was so dimly lit. I wanted to laugh and tell you the menu must…
Not Everything Broken Is Useless
I could see my exhales in the air. My roommate and I were told not to walk under the tracks at…
These Are The Things I Truly Believe In
I believe in songs on the radio. In shuffle. In chance giving you all the signs you could possibly want.
I Haven’t Stopped Thinking About You
As you were leaving you asked if there was anything else I wanted to tell you. I said no. There are times I have so much to say I can feel it crawling up my throat but nothing comes out.
The Day You Left, I Filled My Chest With Poetry
My sternum became protruded with all the forgotten love in strangers.
We Watched The Rain Fall As Our Palms Faced The Sky
There was a time when a grey morning sky convinced our eyes to shut and our limbs to intertwine.
Spending October In San Francisco
Graffiti is a novelty, looking at artistry in places unallowed. It consumes here, too much of something will typically kill.