Poetry

i wish i had hurt you all the time ago... i wish i didn't freeze like a child in your towering presence. i wish all the venom in my belly...

i feel like i am not allowed to be sad... but the only one who made me feel that way is me. i mean... if i'm still sad what was all the...

i've gotten better at saying i miss the memory of you though id be lying if i said i didn't miss you, it's just that everyone says "you...

i write... and i write and i write i write till my fingers bleed spilling venom and euphoric aspirations. but... it feels wrong, these...

you deserve friends... good friends. good friends that randomly bring you coffee good friends that give the best eye contact when talking...

sometimes- no, a lot of times i find myself wanting to scream, nothing could particularly be wrong but being so small holding so much in...

i find myself thinking "why is it so hard to breathe ?" damn near everyday and i dont mean it literally, more like functioning for others...

My roots are slowly returning to the soil, cautiously they're reaching into the earth helping me stand tall. I can feel her whispering...

I want to write, I want my words to invade your mind, and grow root in your soul so you'll never forget them. I want to say things that...

Make me believe the unfathomable, show me someone could love something so rare, so fragile, but so strong, smart but naive, so open and...