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195 · May 2016
Untitled
201 May 2016
i'm afraid that they look at me and see what i don't have.
191 · May 2016
Untitled
201 May 2016
i
am
at
a
loss.
even poetry
can't help me now.
190 · Sep 2018
nana.
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.
188 · Aug 2014
when are you coming back?
201 Aug 2014
you know
i miss you so much
i miss you more than i even knew i could
i just want to wrap my arms around you
and for you to do the same to me.
i want to tell you all that's happened since you've been gone
i want to tell you while you hold me close
and kiss my forehead and listen to me *****
because that's how it is when we are best friends.

and well ****,
i miss my best friend more than i would ever admit.
177 · Jun 2015
Untitled
201 Jun 2015
no matter how crooked a tree gets
in the end it manages to grow straight
and i guess i kind of admire that
because that would mean there’s still hope
for someone like me.

— The End —