I taste like burnt coffee on your tongue
Like a cherry plucked too early from the tree...

Tender is the bud of the flower growing from the...
When the world felt too threatening, I sealed it...

Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...

It’s okay. You don’t have to say another...
*another song of sorts, written in prose...

Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...

Blood covers my hands, my fingers trembling.
My throat is raw and burns from stale acid...

Will we find each other when our worlds grow cold?
lost between the there and now...

Ink drips from my eyes like rain from the sky
As I spill my emotions on this old parchment...

A thin band of light wraps around my wrist from...
As we lay in a breathless moment in your bed...

Please don’t judge my sexuality
‘Cause you’ve got no business there...

I wish that once in a while you’d have the nerve...
‘Cause if you’re always this dishonest, tell...

I haven’t seen the sun
My world is blanketed in dark clouds...