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.