You are not the darkness that you think you are
Do you miss me?
like you miss an old pair of jeans
the one you still keep nonetheless
once a favorite
now a misfit.
I’ll tell you that I know better things are coming
I’ll tell you that I don’t want to be pitied just because I hurt
A wandering, lonely body in search for another.
Thank you for bubbles and the way that they remind us of the fragility of the universe — how everything can be gone in an instant.
I never say your name out loud.
I packaged up my feelings for you in a cardboard box.
at the ceiling,
I think of you.
You are Blue
I am Yellow
They won’t figure us out
When you’re 22, you think your first love will be your only love. And that craft beers are a right of passage.
I bring passion
into places where there is none. I turn flickers