Monday, September 19, 2016

I no longer write when I put my pen to paper.
I scream.
I bleed.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Our teeth, they graze and make your lips bleed.
Your lips
As I try to kiss you
Breathe you in
Breath you out
Of me.
But there is too much of
and not enough of me left.

Sunday, February 7, 2016


There are your eyes.

And then, there are skies of living gold that drown you.
They remind me of you. 
They remind me of how being with you
was like being underwater for too long.
Like not breathing for too long.
I liked it.

Saturday, November 28, 2015


i talk about monsters all the time
my monsters dont hide under beds or 
in the shadows or between hours of the night.
my monsters live in my closet.
i live in a closet.
a bit like harry potter
but not under the stairs. stars.
but i will never be freed from 
in my land
i am the monster.
they will burn me down if they found out.
but i will hide here until they do.

Friday, November 6, 2015


Have you ever met a storm?
I have.
A storm is a kind of person that will take you least expect it.
You don't see it,
I didn't see it.
You don't see it until it nearly blows you away.

She was dressed in winds and hurricanes,
her hair adorned with clouds.
She was beautiful,
God, she was.
You leave her behind because you aren't strong enough to hold her heart.
I know I left her behind.
I will be back for you. I promise.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015


When was the last time
You spinned around in a circle
Till your head went in circles?
Till everything turned into a blur?
Till you feel you could collapse?

I remember rotating on an
Axis when I was 7.
I wonder why this seems so familiar then.

Because every day with you felt like I was spinning. Going round and round and round.
I was your orbit. I spun around you.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


You know, every time I turn off the light
And turn to the side of the bed I whisper your name
I don't even think about it
I say it and then I hate myself for it
I don't need you.
So please.
Break the rest of my heart. 
I will get myself a new one.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

An Eclipse

I touch the window. 
I watch the sky that grows red. It's an eclipse. 
The sky lights up with the hues I loved you in
Not quite the colour of blood. It looks like sunlight through clouds at dawn,
It's like the day at night.
You are the sun every day. The one that lights up the day.
But no one wants to see you.
You would burn them.
But today, you are the moon. 
You are the one everyone wants to see.
I am the sun today. 
The one that is tracing out your silhouette,
I will watch over you today, from a million miles away. 

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Why I burn

When you could no longer see the light in me,
That was the day I became the darkness.
That was when I burnt out every little flame still burning in me. 

Why do I still need your fire to keep burning?
Why do you keep kindling my bones?

Sunday, September 13, 2015


The last time I saw him,
he said he loved me
For the first time ever.
He never told me.
He mouthed the words out.
As if the taste of those words would hurt me.
As if the spite and rage and anger and hurt would make stay.
As if the bitterness of the sound would burn his mouth.
But that's okay.
I am gone.
Gone like the mist.