humid, skin to skin
lipstick stained cigarette stub
i wish it’s your lips

snowflakes on my hair
dissipates into thin air
fleeting like our love

oh bella luna
poor is your beloved wolf
loving from afar

I haven’t quite
Decided
Wether these veins that web my heart
Are roots
Or fault lines,
But I’m starting to believe-
That maybe
They can exist
As both.

Give me your hands
it's cloudy again

plenty of life
surrounded by
leaves  
yellow butterflies
birds and pigeons choking me up

one tree is all I need

I didn't forget about you

don't fall
don't die

give me your heart
it's sunny now

death follows
surrounded by
a dying star

all I see is green

I'm sad

the pain never ends for you and I