white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...
Some words are too heavy to share.
Like...
I like the time between our visits.
Not because I believe 'distance makes the heart...
Summers drenched
upon sweaty fingers...
sudden lies
droopy eyes...
I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...
It still kills me that your happy and believe me,
I know how terrible of a thing that is it to say...
I never knew my name translated to “the moon...
Maybe that’s why I am the way I am...
Darkness comes around
as it always does but...
Tonight, I hope you're clammy from writing
Obituaries, you'll always see silhouettes of me...
Panting, sweating, terrified.
Running, crawling, hiding...
It keeps on hurting, even long after you are gone...
It still feels like a fresh wound and every...