You spill poetry into your palms
like they're pills of salvation...

We are just friends,
but I stole your t-shirt again...

Remember the dazzling blue hues
of Northern England's summer sky...

You did everything right this time.
Every morning, mindfulness...

Like a snow rabbit
you ran past my window plants...

"The moon is a nice rock", you say,
as I chuckle at the most unromantic...

I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...

When I think of us, I think of that night
you and I lay together on the couch...

You, with your ever-glowing lights.
I don’t know why my heart longs...

I want to be worth more than your money.
Stop looking...

CV.
CV...

I'm a vessel, but I feel.
When you put me on that hardwood floor...