sometimes I wish I could go back to a few moments, not to change anything, just to feel that way again. there’s something about the first time you stand in a field of… Continue reading

love language. 

I once dated a guy who spoke in touch;His love language was fluent, And one I struggled to learn. That same guy dated a girl who Loved in time. She’d drive an hour… Continue reading

for awhile,

everything hurt. it was a dull ache that manifested itself throughout my veins and settled within my bones. until one day, a voice inside my head leaned in and whispered, “you have to… Continue reading

9:20 p.m.

do you know what it’s like to want to kill yourself? to shed this shell of a human form you’ve haven’t quite settled into in years? because I do. and not surprisingly, it… Continue reading

untitled, pt. 2

your mother did not spend nine months – growing, forming, molding – your heart for you to let some boy break it in seconds. she did not hold your hand as you crossed… Continue reading

tell me ||

I don’t wish for small talk; not with you. I don’t want to know the weather where you are or if the deli down the street started selling your favorite New York style… Continue reading


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when I used to look in the mirror,

I saw you as a temple; something to worship and respect in the only way I knew how. but I forgot that the only way I knew how would mean burning you to… Continue reading


I have learned that if you are down, stay down. don’t get back on your feet until you are prepared to stand, until you have learned why you fell. because nine times out… Continue reading

excerpt from a book I’ll never write; two.

to be honest, I’ve only ever seen you as poetry. you stopped being human the moment we first locked eyes. when I felt the electricity running through my veins — the first time… Continue reading