I write things on good days and I write them better on bad ones
I wake up lying on my back in a field under a blue, empty sky. The breeze is cool on my face. The grass is the greenest thing that I have ever dreamed. I’m proud of myself for it.
The dark is not the dark hereIt is a blanket as familiar as an old friend,It lingers in the airIt hides what it needs toto shows me the stars
My name is Darius and I am nineteen at the writing of thisconfession that I am going to call a poem.
I have never been to a therapist.There are three women in my life that come first when someone says family.They all love me.
How did you…How did you do that thing to my heart that you did?I think that the first timeI saw you I read you in one sitting like You were my new favorite novel andThat was terrifying because