That type of 3 am shit that doesn’t make sense but weirdly means something to you that you’ve been writing down for months

I told god I was ready He brought me you I realized I wasn’t worthy Who is the asshole here?       I want to touch you I fear you might break if I do But I need to know if you are real And how gentle I have to be with you  … Continue reading That type of 3 am shit that doesn’t make sense but weirdly means something to you that you’ve been writing down for months

To the High School That Said There Was Grey Area

I guess you can say it’s hard to write a poem about your worst regret. I still remember all the things you said and my memory plays them back to me now 3 years later even though I can’t remember the way my lips felt that last time the only man I ever loved kissed… Continue reading To the High School That Said There Was Grey Area