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Mar 2021 · 100
body
untitled Mar 2021
my body begged itself to run to safety
but my heart carried itself,
right to you
Jan 2021 · 156
11:46 PM
untitled Jan 2021
listening to a song that reminds me of us
and i'm in the kitchen, cooking ramen
while you're asleep upstairs
and i can't stop crying over the ***
Jan 2021 · 160
twenty minutes
untitled Jan 2021
i’ve been waiting for twenty minutes
outside of your apartment,
my mom even called to make sure I was okay,
I told you her you let me in
Nov 2020 · 92
cruel
untitled Nov 2020
i know i can be cruel,
but so can you.
Oct 2020 · 84
cigarette
untitled Oct 2020
she flicked you to the ground
and stomped to put you out
Oct 2020 · 73
seasons
untitled Oct 2020
my skin was still ice
and you couldn't handle the cold
while hers is the heat
and you're burning yourself at the touch
Oct 2020 · 99
someone new
untitled Oct 2020
when things get tough
you bail to someone new
Oct 2020 · 63
sharks
untitled Oct 2020
I was alone
surrounded by sharks
I had to live in infested waters
and I had to be careful not to bleed.
Sep 2020 · 166
sea
untitled Sep 2020
sea
you were just as lost
as the ocean around you
Sep 2020 · 76
mind
untitled Sep 2020
i hope this eats its way around
every inch and corner of your mind
Sep 2020 · 81
12:59 AM
untitled Sep 2020
i could be asleep
but instead i'm up writing poems about
you.
Sep 2020 · 60
alone
untitled Sep 2020
i won't pass on how lonely this feels.
it feels like i'm the last person on earth
the only one to celebrate my success
while you're one room away from  mine.
Aug 2020 · 55
warmth
untitled Aug 2020
these lips were a red fire
and you curled into them
like they were the only thing
to keep you warm
Aug 2020 · 64
untouchable
untitled Aug 2020
my skin was ice
and you despised the cold
Aug 2020 · 73
old friend
untitled Aug 2020
i’m chasing after you as the pale sun
falls back into the gloom
shadows of your silhouette
now left inside a vacant room

these dim low lights reflect off of my bedroom wall,
where you still hang.
i’m painting detailed pictures of you
in my mind, on a hazy day.

i still take care of all your things
that’s what you would have wanted
that’s what I’ll do

you lived like two streets away,
and I would walk with you to school every day.
we spent the summers suffering through
but it was fine, I got to talk to you.

— The End —