Category Archives: poems

Oh January

I never liked January, it’s always felt stark white, cold, in comparison to the whimsical nature of December. I guess that makes sense, I’ve always been a one foot on the ground, head in the clouds kind of person. I try to see the good in everything, when I can remember to, when I’m notContinue reading “Oh January”

playing with fates

He’s just a boy, at heartchasing pretty facestrying to bury his demons in flesh. I’m just a girl, at heartpulling up my drawbridgeplaying princess, alone in my ivory tower. We’re just bad for each other, at hearta chemical reaction not meant for this life.

conflicting storms

He asks me if I love himI say not yet how could I?I barely know himhe hasn’t seen me. He thinks love is a tempestblowing in and bringing chaos in it’s wakedestroying what has been.I think love is a warm summer breezetickling my skinwarming my facewrapping me in sweet seduction. So who is righthow doContinue reading “conflicting storms”

time doesn’t stop

It’s been a year and eight months, almostsomehow it feels like both an eternity and no time at allthe magical shapeshifting nature of time under grief.I still feel like I can text you or DM you or call youunder false pre-tenses, just to hear your voice, to know you’re still therebut you’re somewhere else andContinue reading “time doesn’t stop”

the start of summer

Isn’t that one of the best parts?Getting to know each other, feeling each other outunsure of the next move, yours or theirs.Isn’t it the sweetest?That first taste….first touchtension burning hotter than the summer sun. Isn’t this dance we do so fun?Dangerously so, a tightrope tangotwo bodies and minds playing with synchronicity.Isn’t the urge nearly irresistible?toContinue reading “the start of summer”

Lost Love

I’m afraid to fall in love againbecause it feels disloyal. Like if I do it meant I didn’t love him as much as I said I didas much as I know I did. But what else is there to do? I loved a boyin very many ways we grew up together. The difference is hisContinue reading “Lost Love”

little things

I love the little waysto fall in love a personplatonic love, romantic love,fantasy love,like the little drawings they doodle in idlenessor the way they twirl their hair when they’re nervousany little thingthe minute detailsyou slowly get to knowthe things that stick out mosteven after the passage of timeconcrete intricaciesquick moments of human delight.

scared of the dark

I’m scared of the dark  Mostly Except when I’m feeling particularly apathetic Then I think  Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad If some unknown entity swallowed me whole 

Spinning Out

Spinning Outthey call ityou’re losing controlthey call ityou’re making no sensethey call itwe don’t want to deal with itthey call ityour feelings are too muchthey call ityou’re making it upthey call itit’s not real they call ityou’re faking itthey call ityou want people to feel bad for you they call it. We’re so sorrythey callContinue reading “Spinning Out”