02/02/17

one day I will write poetry about this — how the mornings came without ever having closed our eyes. and the way the night fell just as quickly. one day I will write… Continue reading

a picture a day.

take pictures for me, okay? lots of them. wherever you are, I want to know what the sky looks like. you always loved a good sunset. I’ll take them for you too; of… Continue reading

for the broken-hearted.

there is more to life than him /her. there are cafes on cozy downtown corners with age old art and vintage lights and that waiter who always smiles at you when you order… Continue reading

rewind.

if I could do my first love over again, I’d learn how to look in mirrors and start loving the person I should have loved first — me. I wouldn’t drown in the… Continue reading

dec. 8 //

you can decorate absence however you want — a new bar, a new boy, a new haircut — but you’re still going to feel what’s missing. it’s going to show itself late at… Continue reading

an excerpt from a book I’ll never write.

remember those long summer days when you were out the door as soon as breakfast was over — popsicle juice running down your chin, swinging so high the clouds seemed within reach? and… Continue reading

december 19th, 2016

it was good for awhile — being empty. because being empty meant nothing hurt anymore. it meant no memory could touch me and nothing could pass through the walls I had so intricately… Continue reading

the thing about him/hurt.

“one more round,” she said, waving her shot glass in a circle. it’s been exactly two months, four days, 47 minutes since he walked out. like the remains of a burned down building,… Continue reading

you.

the universe may have disguised you as just another human, but to me, I believe you’re made of some of the greatest undiscovered constellations. you’ve got stardust in your bones, a magic in… Continue reading

wave after wave.

the thing about depression is that it doesn’t arrive like a sunday morning. there’s no morning grace, no hallelujah, no slow to wake. when it hits, it hits like one of those bone-chilling… Continue reading