Tuesday, September 8, 2015


I imagine his love the way sunflowers imagine the moon;
a cruel reminder that, "in the dark, the sun is still rising, just not for you."


I always found it a little bit strange
that he's both the armor and the blade.


I tried so hard to make him understand; I tried to nail down the ether of my feelings, to packet the little electrical sparks between the words. It was never enough, never enough packets, never enough words. in the end, i lost more from the process than from the pain.


on a cold hard sunday, i realized
my scars looked a lot like his teeth.