I keep on asking how "much" I changed. Like there’s a scale somewhere. Like the year weighed me when I wasn’t looking and wrote the number down in som...Read more

It fell... but it wasn’t asked if it was ready. Because clouds don’t say goodbye, they just let go. And I wonder if the raindrop ever loved th...Read more

"I’m disappointed with you." I almost told me that. But I kept from saying it. I let me believe everything was for the goodness of me. But no. ...Read more

I asked the rain, “can you take me back to the part where I didn’t know I loved her?” It doesn’t answer. Just falls, quietly. The way I did.

I'm tired. Not just sleepy. Not just worn. I mean soul-tired. I mean breathing-feels-like-a-task tired. I mean I wake up choking on nothing but the we...Read more

I want to scream until my throat forgets the shape of silence until the walls peel until the sky folds in until even God says, "okay, okay, I hear you...Read more

I don’t wish to be a poet. I write not for others to read, but for me, to 'feel' me. Does that make sense? Ha! I don’t even care. I just bleed ink l...Read more