The sudden wretchedness
Of my existence
Writes itself

Onto quiet inebriating sips
Of my reticence
lighting itself

The irony of her life was that
His memories were all she had, to live.
But each time she replayed them
It took the life out of her.

we bled into each other
so naturally
as if our love was birthed
from the earth itself,
yet i seen constellations
each time our eyes met
as if the universe had planned us
this whole time,
willing us to make it.
what a beautiful thing
it could've been
if we had.

I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you