she holds me
and suddenly
i forget why i
was crying

soph

mother's love

you had two
other girls
who weren't me

and when you kissed
me i could taste them,
like stale beer,

pickled herring,
dry ramen
clogging my pores

and forcing out an
empty
*i love you*

fine dining

i like to think i don't write for 
publicity, i write for myself

but what artist could say that?
who doesn't want

their moment in the 
spotlight?

publicity

i am a tiger 

who's stripes are scars

and who's fangs 

are words

tiger

i am scared of the night
because i'm afraid 
i'll become it