She asks me if I’ve made a routine for myself / All that comes to mind is / how I move the plants / in my bedroom / closer to the...

It’s the sweetest thing To sleep in his arms Arms that want nothing more Than to hold a friend in the dark Arms that reach for me When...

all summer girls are sad stretched out on pleather couches under the slicked-back fronds of rotting palms, skin puckered in the...

I have been holding my breath since I was I twelve years old when my mother said that if I sucked in my stomach, I would look more thin....

I never had the chance to thank you for those evenings of burnt orange skies, faces lapped by siren-calling waves, For those evenings...

Love gets to be famous as it boasts effortlessly unyielding its' grip. A crazed paparazzi never apologizing for its' boldness. Love gets...

You can not destroy me Because I’m already imploding in on myself, Like a dying star lost in space. Oh, And when I do finally erupt, I...

in a trope that i hate, i wait calmly for something, a piece to look into tomorrow. like the days on swings when the sun cascaded beams...

If you cannot do it because you have any hope of success, do it for the train rolling out at midnight as you bike home: that moment when...

When you loved me the most? You told me so When the only moments we were alive Were with each other. Do you remember Out on the rocky...

I remember your eyes huge and wide when you laughed like you wanted to see more joy, your face opening up like a book. I was always swept...

Flash back to our first summer when our incongruity was still unknown. I licked the beach salt from your neck and the waves jumped as let...