Dip your fingers in honey And if you leave the residue on your lips You’ll be able to taste the ghost of salt   The back seat of your car is covered in sand and sweat Flakes of sunburned skin Pollen from sunflowers   Did it hurt when you fell from her arms?   My…

With late August comes the hesitation The infatuation settled harshly on the goosebumps of my arms They are there only due to him His fingers swirl across the lifelines of my palms I can’t describe the natural placement of his body against mine My lipstick still stains his neck But I’ve grown beside the grass and climb these buildings Just…

I couldn’t stand the silence at the dining table And how we pretended it was normal Like maybe then we could ignore the fact this was not something so sure Like maybe the sadness from your absence comes solely from the memory of you Love is a whore, I catch myself wanting to say   While…

There is something freeing And utterly disturbing when you become disillusioned The way you shivered under my touch That feeling of power and complete lust Dangerous How dangerous we were To blur lines so casually As if consequence were a mere myth But lovely, It was lovely To recall the familiar scent of you God,…

Oh, creature of habit I spend my mornings wondering Who reached in and paused your curiosity   When I first saw you, I took in your cheekbones Sharp, almost harsh Like the subway seats we’ve sat on Listening to songs that probably have no more meaning Than the background noises Drowning out my headache  …

When we sat on those cold metal chairs The humidity tried to make us wait As if it knew we’d grow up into different people once we left But as I watched this movie at the cinema I forgot how to think about you About your birthmarks About your scent But I remember How I…

My stomach churned at the absence of your voice There’s been a child crying through the door for the past hour But neither of us have moved There is a lack of comprehension Standing like pillars in the room with absolutely no roof You would think there would be some stars But there were none…

I see a soft boy with memories falling from his mouth Like the eyelashes he has wished upon for the past 7 years. Loose silver hugs his finger While I forgot the colors of his irises He smiles in a way That reminds me of someone I once knew And that’s terrifying It’s terrifying seeing…