much like an airplane,
crashing and burning
is inevitable for me
i guess when you fly that high
you forget not to look down

codeine,
oxycodone,
vicodin,
morphine -
they could never quite
reach the pain in my heart.

you are the rain in june,
it’s funny how lovely
a nuissance can be.

my mouth is a leaky faucet
it just doesn’t know when
to stop running

i have given up
on romance.
**** the setting sun,
and the beach on a beautiful day.
i hate good morning texts
and your stupid ******* face.
i have given up
**** romance.
*******.

you are a summer night

the way you keep me up

so hot the sheets stick to me

i have to open the windows,

take off all my clothes

morning comes and i still

feel you on my skin

i went outside to find
poetry in bloom:
floral letters falling from trees,
creating their own narrative.
whispy words pollunated
my inspiration while
phrases buzzed past me
swarms of thoughts as
i watched the world
off writing grow
and come alive.