Monthly Archives: March 2014

she was a novel with twists and turns the kind shoved behind library bookshelves and under heartsick beds she spun words into velvet and they seeped right through her lips and onto his lonely skin and oh, how she loved him with the passion of a sunset and the bravery of a child and herContinue reading “unworthy”

i’ve lost many things like my favorite pen and my other sock and you you only know you’ve lost these things when you can’t find anything to write with or when only one foot becomes frigid, but losing someone, losing someone is different you never empty your pockets for them or frantically search under bedsContinue reading “a collection of the things I’ve lost”