Where people don’t belong. Where people crumble Where people say to be themselves, but then say “not like that”. We have a set of unspoken rules. We have to… Read on
Poetry / all
Why are You Crying? Why are you crying You have a good life good relationships You are a privileged young girl On paper nothing is truly wrong with you So… Read on
I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was never even close to being… Read on
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery store only a couple quarters… Read on
She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has seeped into the soil and… Read on
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the evergreen tree blew in the wind and filled the empty… Read on
