Broken hearts and bloody thighs, whispered promises of intimacy carried on the backs of lonely boys.
Tomorrow you will make it. Tomorrow the opinion of others won’t affect you anymore.
When you finally find the one you’re looking for, I hope she will love you more than I do.
The opposite of butterflies
is the hive, dead in your stomach.
Loving you is getting into bed after a long day at work.
I talk and talk when I know my
tongue is beginning to fall out.
You love this world with a weight that is rare.
The day I stopped reading my horoscopes
I was at the beach
Recovering from the greatest
Nervous breakdown in my life
I promised to give you all my time,
but little did I know,
that I wasn’t yours nor you were mine,
for a very long time.
i cannot stand the brush of a hand in accidental touch i move and arch away from the contact of a stranger i am a shadow of evasion and a dervish of space and room the lines of my world…