the heartbreak will be fleeting.

the loss will be masked

by the promise of a better future

and the neverending eulogies.

comfort will be created from thin air

heavenly signs interpreted from butterflies

reassurance from a camera glitch

no, an orb.

like a moth to a flame,

one with a hole in their heart

will sniff out a psychic

and search for love in tarot cards.

wherever there is light,

the flowe...

morning wouldn’t exist

in a world without night.

morning is a manifestation

of darkness

and silence

when we mourned you

at your funeral,

we all wore black.

were you there?

grief is horrifying

and i’ve seen it everywhere.

my father used to cry himself to sleep

the strongest man i know

broken down by another’s heart not beating

i work with widows

they weep to each other about their spouses

and t...

a rose budded from its mother

can only morph into so many forms.

at its core,

its root,

a rose is still a rose

its destiny predetermined

and by any other name,

it smells just as sweet.

a rose is a symbol of love

placed gently in a vase on a first date

picked apart and strewn on the floor by the honeymoon.

a rose is an ephemeral beauty

worshipped in its prime

forgotten once it’s wilted.

a rose ...

love is the lie that keeps us alive.

to be born a sacrifice

your blood on the hands of your ancestors

soon that crimson is your home.

your feelings are metallic

your family rushes through your veins

and hope is a dream that keeps us afloat

no amount of loss can set you free

because you’ll always hold onto an empty faith

that everything will change

that your heart will one day truly beat for the f...

memory breathes.

i’m driving down the old street

i know that house like the back of my hand.

memory breathes

and you’re looking at me with all that pity

and god it’s so embarrassing

and i wish i could forget

i wasn’t supposed to be here this long

listen to me

i have no reason to consider the future

listen to me

i don’t care if you love me

or are worried about me

i just want to live in the woods...

if your hand could reach inside my heart,

what would you do with it?

would you search for yourself

for all the things i wish you knew?

or maybe you’d look for answers

to the questions you never asked

maybe you’d find a fire

and never speak of it again

or possibly,

you’d fix the wires

make me easier to love

let me express a little sentiment

so you wouldn’t have to dream it up...

i really like the way my hair looks

when the sunbeams hit it through the window.

i cut it in my room last night.

then i tried to pick up my unicorn

(her name is magica)

but she had a roach on her horn

so i dropped her back onto the hardwood.

daddy says we’re a team.

he says he can take me to get a haircut

and he can dust the bugs off of magica

but i don’t want him to.

i wanna sit in the kitchen...

i used to be okay.

i used to live among flowers

and maybe they were wilted,

but i loved their petals nonetheless.

you saw my dying roses

and you offered to give them some water.

while you were bringing them back to life,

i noticed that your water smelled.

it smelled sort of like weed killer.

but then again, i don’t really know what weed killer smells like

so i let you carry on.

but when you were...

every day seems the same.

i scrub the stress off my skin

i wave to the cameras above me

and i sit in the shower

thinking about how if you dug through my brain

it would just be a collage of everyone else’s.

but today,

i looked in your journal.

i said i would never do it.

because what if you had looked through mine?

how devastated would i be

if i knew?

but once again,

my morals are stabbed

by the ...

i don’t know how long i’ve been walking.

my home was screaming

in agony

whenever i was around

and the hills in the heavens

were shouting my name

and it’s not like it all matters

so i’ve been walking.

and oh lord,

i think i’ve been here before

these walls are tiled with my life

these whispers come from ghosts

of people i haven’t seen

in a long

long

time

sweet satan,

i think i feel whole

because...