I think poetry is what comes out of the bits inside of you who don’t know how to cry except through syllables.
1 It’s dark outside and no one can really hear you cry. You don’t even know you’re crying until the sharp weight on your chest makes you sit up, and a tear rolls down your cheek. Fucking period. But you know it’s not the fucking period. It’s the man next to you. You hold your […]
If you leave me, I’ll tear a hole in the sky so large it’ll never stop raining on the world. If you ever walk away, I’ll follow you until you have to run from me, till my feet start leaving bloody tracks behind my heart that’s trying to catch up with yours. If you break […]
The curve of her neck the weight of her lashes, I watch her sway slowly pushed by winds she did not go out to seek as shards of a broken heart trickle down her cheek into a pool of hurt on her dark, perfect skin.