Poetry

When did existing get so hard? as if I'm already taking up too much space, i cant apologize enough. this air i breathe isn't for me, what...

I want to study the stars with you, as our fingers dance on each others palms because we fear anymore physical contact could set our...

This is the type of sad that does not inspire... its the one that make s this pen weigh as much as this room. I'm holding everything in...

When i started wearing bras in the second grade i noticed something had changed... the words " you're so pretty" were no longer " you're...