Rain soaked windshields are my norm,
Driving through blurred purple streetlights...

This city looks different in the cover of night
No longer crowded with shoving strangers...

Most days are tainted with silent tears,
The world again stained in technicolor pain...

I promised myself that I would be gentle,
That I would no longer punish myself for taking my...

I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...

Colorblind.
It is how I have lived my day to day...

There’s nothing to move past, as the past is...

My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...

I am not a poet.
No linguist, nor painter of the written word...

I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...

Today marks six months after your passing.
On this blistering cold May Mother’s Day...

I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...