I haven't been able to sleep enough in years
The first time we met was when she discovered me under the bridge she escaped to when the voices in her head were too…
I’m at my regular booth,
but I might as well be in a haunted attic
Our time has grown tall and fine
Thriving weeds in naivete
It’s been three years, and I can’t fall asleep without a little help.
lately, my answer to anything just seems to be
“i don’t know”
the skies have poured out their blue
all my infinite rolls of endless, extravagant poetry imploded into hollow verses when i met you.
The summer seventh, with hopscotch lines scratched into the sidewalks, with sweet lime candies, with screeching swings. You were sunlight and beach…