They judge me by the tag, not the story I drag. Call me Gen Z like that explains every scar in my bag. Call me anxious like the feeling has no reason ...Read more

Sometimes you'll find chalk, Before you find the right board.

It's not just not seeing you, It's the idea of not seeing you again, Not watching your face break into a smile, When you see me in the morning, It's n...Read more

Kindest eyes grow blind to grief, when sorrow stains their own beliefs. They saw me collapse to the ground, bleeding; yet they did not come forward. ...Read more

In English we say I miss you, In poetry we say my soul is fracturing without you, In English we say I want you, In poetry we say I'm smoldering with t...Read more

In the street, beneath the cold tin roof where i sleep Sound of leaves, falling. #ku