My pen won’t stop bleeding It reminds me of my knees after I fell off the swing Long after you walked ahead. You changed the conversation topic Like you couldn’t decide what was happening So you refused to even make a choice. We forgot to watch the sun set But sometimes our hands would brush…

Last night, I stood on a table covered in beer, and drank from the empty cups shared with the lips of the rest of the crowd. Flirtatious eyes hung from the low ceilings as the lights dimmed until we were all wearing black, Like a funeral I had forgotten to arrange. His hands crawled across…

I’m staring at the acrylic paint attaching itself to my nails. I’m angry at you. And it’s not because I’m dirty. I’m not dirty. It just won’t come off. My head is pounding for the second time today. You would take three Ibuprofen, I would take two Tylenol. I only took one today. Maybe that’s why…

Today we found out that even heroes cry when they drive too late at night and sing to the sound of their own names.   He holds onto his lover One fist opened With a sick yearning to forget who they are.   She laughed at the unwavering sense of excitement his anger caused before…

I. It started when you were two years old. You didn’t know how to speak. But that was okay, others spoke for you. You frequently saw the boy with bright blue overalls and refused to share your toys. His mother nudged yours, laughing at how well both of you were getting along. Before you knew…

The condensation on his ginger ale was dripping down to his fingertips before we even began to talk about anything with significance. It started with him. Homeless, craving some kind of human interaction. It’s where I was too. His heart held too much but still needed more. Far more than what I would give. So when…

The repercussions of her voice still make my fingertips vibrate with the kind of adrenaline derived from fear and anger. Look at yourself and whisper to the consciousness of your own divinity To only think and assess the blood on your hands I’m sorry, I don’t have any spare empathy

I don’t think we just want to see our broken pieces Reflecting upon us. We see enough of them in mirrors. We’re intrigued by the familiar pain in strangers’ eyes. By those subtle screams our souls wrap around Just to discover irreplaceable fingerprints. I see warmth in his tears and fear Written upon his creases.…

You are burdened With the fear of hating those You love far too much You set a bird free, seeing it begin And you have an urge to shoot it down, seeing it end

Stories grasp at her fingers As the school boys tug at her braids Her words looks messy now There’s ripped paper scattered across a room No one can read it anymore