December, You Devastate Me Yet Again
December, with you arrives the cold, and with it the quiet, the still, and with it the thoughts that turn dreams into a kind of horror.
It Was Never Love, We Were Just Fucked Up On Each Other
It may have been his hands tying the knot behind my head, but I put on the blindfold myself.
You’re The Specter Of A Heartache I Have No Right To Bear
there’s so many sunrises and sunsets i didn’t get to see you in.
New Year’s Eve Is The Saddest Day Of The Year
December has been gnawing into my bones all month long. By New Year’s Eve I feel like I could die.
I Pull Out A Red Sequin Dress From The Back Of My Closet And Weep
I mourn the body in the pictures inside the frames on my dresser from seven years ago. From nine. From ten. From twelve. From thirteen.
The Thing We Were Always Best At Besides Fucking Was Lying
i no longer know how to write about you.
All The Answers I Didn’t Have When You Asked Me To Tell You Something I’d Never Told Anyone
I keep a lot to myself. Some profound, some insignificant.
The Things I Tell Myself To Find Comfort In The Distance
maybe we never would have had a chance of making it. maybe two scorpios can’t make a right.
This Is The Truth About The Good-Time Girl
The truth is I could be anybody.
I’m Still Trying To Not Love You
I haven’t run out of metaphors for you.