Each kiss Is real butter Or freshwater pearls Or hope Each sentiment Feels genuine Feels like fuel That only gods consume What more Could a sick… Read more “1994”
I bite my nails now Sometimes, I tap my foot until I can’t feel my leg I miss you It sounds crazy It seems weird I mean,… Read more “Dmitri”
Back again Back to thinking Back then was when I was Able to fight, I couldn’t so now I beat myself to pieces Why didn’t I say… Read more “Rumination”
Cinnamon Love Crunch.
This may make no sense Poetry never does unless you have been in that room yourself you can’t truly see I’ve forced my eyes wide taped open… Read more “Injection”
The Storm Out.