It’s that awkward moment when you’re closer to 30 than you are to 20 and you still haven’t figured your shit out and by your shit, I mean, your life, and by your life, I mean the things that adulthood is supposed to come with; cleared debt, a fridge full of earthly delights (Nutella, four […]
Have you ever asked your god to make your heart a little smaller? Instead of giving you a space so big, that every time you cry you create oceans of pain, pooled around your bent knee. A smaller heart would mean that, maybe, every time a hand was clutched around it, the blood would not […]
You never think that there will come a day when you will forget how he once clutched your molten soul between his fingers and squeezed. He bled Your Gold out over your naked body and thought it a masterful watercolour. It was a death. Your soul was all over you and you couldn’t collect the […]
I think poetry is what comes out of the bits inside of you who don’t know how to cry except through syllables.
I’m trying to reconstruct something which may or may not have been broken so if you can see the pieces, pick them up and if they were torn apart by invisible hands let’s stitch them together with visible words and comfort let’s love Us back into being.
How quickly laughter turns to weeping smiles to dust longing, to leaving sunset, to rust.
My emotions feel like clothes I don’t wear anymore. Everyone’s seen them all anyway and I should probably just give them away.
