I can scratchand I can clawbut what I ache foris no longer thereI cannot go backand I cannot stay here…
I am wearing your patience thinlike a sweater coming apart at the seamsyou watch as Ifrantically gather…
I knew you couldn’t save methat isn’t what I wantedjust your hand in minekept there like a…
Here’s a quick little piece I wrote that’s been kicking around my notes app for…
a poem
one time I asked the seaif it would bring you to meand it answered ‘no’
she is a sunday morningwith a smile that could take on the sun and deep brown eyesones you can trust
tw; domestic violence, blood
there is nothing like a summer sunwhen those freckles that scatteracross your nose start to show…
I know that thisfeeling will fadethe temporary gnawingat the back of my brain