i reach my hands out to the ceiling

trying to grasp onto your body

but you’re not there.

it’s the middle of the night,

i’m haunted by your shadow.

everywhere i turn,

you are there,

in my dreams, in my room, in the kitchen

then when i look in the mirror,

i’m looking into the face of a liar.

a liar because the face staring back is a mask

used to deceive others,

tell them she’s happy, this feel...

i lay in your arms

like all the other times before

but this time is different

this time i’m letting go

and i cry

while you cry

our tears melt into one

i’d love to just stay here

but i know that it wouldn’t do me well

and as i utter those four words

“can we stay friends?”

i look in your eyes and see them glass

glass im willing to break

i await your answer

no turning back

time has n...

i stare at the table

and your pen is sitting there

too far away for me to touch

but too close for me to forget

yet i have no desire to touch it

nor any desire to neglect

because as long as they’re your words and your pen

it will forever make a mark

it’ll mark my hand

my pen and my wrist

and my writing reflects your eyes

your heart and your soul

you are so beautiful,

i think as i sta...

this storm is in me

the cracks of lightning are the scraping of skin as hatred strikes

the hatred gushes out of me and into others like a downpour

the pounds of thunder are the pounding of my head as i feel myself spiralling deeper than ever before

this storm is in me

i’m laying facing the window

watching glimpses of lightning, taking down tree after tree after tree in its anger

soldiers fa...