i remember us
huddled into blankets
the tuff rubbing into our tender cheeks
swallowing us
whole.
i remember us
hushed whispers
delicate, shy
touches that spoke one thousand words too many
us
in the midst of the night
when the moon
at
up
looks
i remember u.
Sep 20, 2022
Sep 20, 2022 at 11:01 PM UTC
singed cigarettes beneath my palms,
radiant flashes of everything wrong,
fingers stretched towards the light.
craning,
reaching,
desperate for a flight.
blood pulsing, high, swimming in adrenaline.
no one knows how desperate we were
back then.
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
your lips drip
full of sweet nectar
to lure me into
your wasteful,
rotting
heart.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
i am chipped porcelain,
once valued
now worn.
body drawn taut,
relief no longer found
it'd be useless to
fill these crevices,
broken flaws,
with your
gold.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
the swaddled blanket
we've
so carefully
interwoven
safe,
warm,
intimate
has been
taken apart
by your hands.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC
we broke each other
so much
that we couldn't see the
remnants that we
once
loved.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
i came to this website a little over a year ago
seeking for redemption
seeking for forgiveness
seeking for reflection.
it was only until i gave myself a good look
a good look of my words
to see how broken
and misplaced i was
in the world of dreams and
in the universe of open eyes.
i'd like to say thank you
for the beautiful words each
poet has ever written,
for the support and understanding
of my pieces,
for the healing i never thought i
needed.
thank you for always being a welcome place that i go back to
and feel just the same amount of home within my heart
every time i do.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
pretty
little
glimpses of
light
f
a
l
l
against
my
delicate
wounds
i am nothing but
cradled within
the crevices of the
moon,
slowly being
l
u
l
l
e
d
into the
safest dreams
i've hidden in.
let me sleep for
just a little
more -
before the sun
w a k e s
us
.
p
u
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
it's like i need to ask,
as if my brain needed permission,
to be away from all my sins—
to request for rest that can't be given.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
pretty words
slip
off
your
lips
as if they were the
honey
lavender
and chai
that you love to drink.
as bitter as the coffee you seem to inhale
there is nothing more sweet
than the way you have me
wrapped
seamlessly,
endlessly,
around your being.
i am nothing short of
enamored
by you.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC