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201 Sep 2018
it felt like home.

and i haven't
felt that in a while.
201 Sep 2018
when i miss you
the longing makes a home under my skin.
drives pickaxes into my bones
and reminds the marrow
that i’ll never see you again

my skin crawls and my fingers grow cold
knowing i’ll never feel
the crepe-y skin
that felt like family

my nostrils burn
knowing they’ll never smell your scent
j’adore mixed with a little bit of menthol

your presence promised me a home
as long as the stove was burning
and there were people to gather around
the table at dinner

loneliness takes shelter
and wraps its spidery hands
around my vocal cords

insecurity whispers
into my ears

that it won’t be the same without you
that i’ll never feel okay without you
that i’ll never feel whole without you

as if going to church everyday and thinking of your steady voice and fervent Hail Marys weren’t enough to break me.

as if hearing the crack of peppercorns before dinner time wasn’t enough to bring me to my knees.

as if shards of ice don’t stab my heart when i hear the jingle of gold bangles on thing wrists

as if jealousy and rage doesn’t consume me everytime i see an old woman knowing that it’ll never be my Nana on the other side.



i see the farmer’s market and i hear you asking when the next time we’re going grocery shopping is.

i see a tablecloth and i see bright eyes alive with the thought of throwing a party.

i see a word search and i see the stains you left on the comforter when you forgot to cap your highlighter.

the worst part is,
is that i can still feel you
i can still feel the warmth of your hugs
i can still feel the mark you left on my heart

there’s no emptiness.

just constraint.

everything is just too much
knowing that
it’ll be a long time
before i can come home to you.
201 May 2018
5.30.2018 // 22:48
-
u
got
big
storms
coming
bihhh

miss
me
wid
that
bullsh!t

- a grown ***** <3
201 Dec 2016
i've come to stop believing in love
and that's why i've stopped writing
poetry.

i've never been one for fantasy anyway.
201 Nov 2016
when the ache of
you gone
is all consuming

i buy a pack of cigarettes
a new lighter
(i've never smoked before)
and walk around the city

i go to a cornerstone for
a bottle of coke
(sugar makes me sick)
and do all the things you do.
201 Nov 2016
i remember what you looked like
when you told me
everything was okay
201 Oct 2016
distance makes the heart grow fonder
i suppose that's right
it's easy to love you
from an arm's arm's distance
and reminisce of the good times
and forget the bad.

i'm glad i'm gone,
now i can truly appreciate you.
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