I'm sorry,
I couldn't keep...

I want to tell her about you,
how you're not the kind of loneliness...

I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...

The rain is sparse,
but I hear it inch its way closer...

you buried me in
bitter orange and oak...

Having you in my life is making me miserable,
a word I often feel too privileged to throw...

Trigger warning: eating disorder...

you're not eating and we're trying everything we...

I let the rain massage my shoulders,
untying the knots in my back...

Whenever she bakes, I'm reminded of
home...

I am crushed,
like how he...

Lately, it's felt nearly impossible
to get out of bed...