Steadfast reminding
me all good plays are written
one line at a time.

You're a shovel.
Digging a deep hole in my chest.

I can feel my every breath
whirling around with no way out.

Make it stop.

The trees moving in the wind.
The leaves falling from the moving branches

Its beautiful.

What about when the leaves hit the ground?
They are stepped on
Rained on.
Probably ****** on.

So, that kind of *****.

I wanna impress you,
but I don't want to lose myself
I've been on my own for so long
I keep telling myself I can stay like this
But I feel so ridiculous with invincibility
Itching on my skin, knowing you can't possibly
feel the same?
I blush and I try to go numb again but
What use is it?
I'm losing my mind.

what if i told you
i love you
while i was sleeping?

Boys & books & long
lines of bone-dry rosebush &
all of it burning.

when i see your name pop up on my phone
earth. stops.
i saw it today
from a ******* mile away
& if i'm being honest with you,
because i know you like it -
the thought
of you
thinking of me
reaching out to touch me
makes me *******
drip
with a heavy
need
for
you