earthquakes should be named after you, i think.
your name leaves aftershocks in my bones.
there is enough electricity in your gaze
to power an entire city and i,
i look to you like a moth would a porch light,
and i do not care if i burn.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
the trees shiver in their nakedness,
their branches reaching up like veins,
and the sky bleeds in colours
that make me wonder
if it thinks of you as well.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC