My feet are mirrors of
the eggshells I've...

The ashes from my cigarette
fall intermittently and mix...

Are you to blame for stealing
matches from my book...

You'd think after drowning repeatedly
that eventually I'd learn...

Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...

I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...

Words fall from my
mouth much like...

Time
is a fickle illusion that...

I've made Hell feel like home-
and it's the closest thing to...

Bankrupt eyes are
fixated heavenward...

I thirst for routine.
Even as my shoes are swallowed up by...

She is the first flower of Spring -The bold bloom...
She is the smell of rain in Summer -The light mist...