this is how you make me feel…

suffocated from warm milk chewing on my own tongue deaf from hind sight chest ripped apart swallowed likeness, moving notions. i hate you. smile when i break my own heart thinking that perhaps i can win you over somehow. i keep finding myself in moments where i might catch you, but instead find you lookingContinue reading “this is how you make me feel…”

early hours of the morning

hardwood floor. quietly lit kitchen and entryway. humming of the refrigerator. these are the things that keep me company in the early hours of the morning. bare feet, light sweater. cold keys, you do me no justice these days. and in the quiet hours of the early morning, i find that all i have isContinue reading “early hours of the morning”