Peel me back,
let the choirs clean the dust from my lungs
if only so I can exhale a
Turn my body into hymnal and run your fingers free form over the notes. 103 more words
1 month, 1 week
There’s something to be said in the way
that we all want to feel
like we warrant a response.
That maybe that’s why we don’t ask for the honest. 107 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
Getting over you.
It’s not prettily strung together in poetry.
It’s not a voicemail begging for what we used to be.
It’s accepting that you have all the power and effort that I have to make this, 153 more words
1 month, 4 weeks