When I don't hear from you
a world in me goes missing...
I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...
The nature of time:
One day we all are going...
His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...
The day boykeats on tumblr wrote that his god
rested on his teeth the way light rested in the...
I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...
Home insisted on grief—an overabundance of never...
consisting of too little, reduced to living in...
I am becoming more bold,
even if I'm the only one to notice...
We can't go back to the
way it was, maybe because...
“Blood marbles the sky”, you say quietly...
I peek at the evening sky, a dramatic red...
Your sad eyes
fixate on your soul...
they’re suffocating,
the memories of us...