black coffee
bookstores
cheekbones and cracked lips
i am sick
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
i go through boyfriends
like i go through cigarettes.
i am just another dead battery to you.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
the maggots are eating my heart
they think i am dead
i breathe in the dirt
i let you in first
i need you
to make me hurt
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
morning dew glistens
on my under-eye purple moons
listen.
hear?
it's tranquil.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
i forgot you were still haunting me
you're the figure i see in the dark, the man standing under the streetlight with the reflective halo hovering his head
you're the fire burning in the pit of my stomach
i threw up on that same street
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Defense against the worthless
The mistaken
The pure
The biting of nails and procrastinating
Losing keys yet finding them in the *** of tea you’ve been meaning to put away for weeks
Never texting that one person back because you’re “too busy”
Sleeping only for twenty minutes
And waking up at 5:00 p.m
On the kitchen floor
After burning, itchy eyes
Because you couldn’t find the motivation to close them
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
My love is a ****** in slow motion
until you pull the trigger.
Then it becomes an orchestra.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
I am a lipstick stained cigarette
I am the bullet played in Russian Roulette
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC