Rain soaked windshields are my norm,
Driving through blurred purple streetlights...

It has not rained here in weeks
But I am drenched to the bone...

I hope, only just for now,
This is the way it was intended to be...

My mother surprised us with pieces of you,
Mementos from your home that are now ours...

I promised myself that I would be gentle,
That I would no longer punish myself for taking my...

I tend to the battered outline of my heart,
Meticulously shaping it to an acceptable form...

Colorblind.
It is how I have lived my day to day...

My bed feels colder now since the day he left
I try my best to keep myself warm on my own...

There’s nothing to move past, as the past is...

I’ve spent years here playing with my ashes,
Watching seasons pass and the grass regrow...

They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...

I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...