There is no such thing as a good cop
when it's a system of abuse they uphold...

She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known...

I'll remember every sunset you helped me
live to see, the moments of clarity when we...

Wish you could see me
for who I am...

No matter how submissive the night is,
I will originate a succession...

A pen's ink is not always trustworthy, it can be...
poisonous to a nation divided by diversity instead...

I know your soul is present inside of that...
plastic mask and metal chains...

She didn't know any better,
they'd all croak...

Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...

It seeps from her bergamot tea,
soaking lips with fellowship...

Before:
You're all I think about. These feelings didn't...

Pumpkin carvings intrigue me
as I sit crossed upon daring hay stacks...