Posted on April 30, 2017
She smears me with melatonin and adrenaline at the same time, she’s a walking dream. Even when she is not with me, I am holding her hand.
Posted on April 29, 2017
I took my demons to a bar, one of them starts flirting with the bardtender, I think the fucker is going to get lucky. I need to keep an eye on him. I took my demons to a bar because family time is important.
Posted on April 28, 2017
As you traverse through my soul, just know that it’s full of tripwires, and I don’t think you’ll make it. The blood of fallen lovers waters these fields.
Posted on April 27, 2017
I wrote you a poem, I got you double-boarded with metaphors and analogies. Boards nailed together with unforgiving words. Yes, I wrote you a poem. I hear you kicking and screaming within it. I am burying you in the backyard of my brain.
Posted on April 24, 2017
There is a wreath of broken dreams on her heart’s door. You can knock, but nobody’s home.
Posted on April 11, 2017
He spoke of all his favorite parts of her, but she knew that the other parts held her together. She and him fell apart, but remained self-compatible. She was not born to complete him. We are just human lego with destiny playing with us. Let’s hope that sweet girl does not accidentally step on us. […]