babe, a deeper breath than that

without being overtly obvious, your hands remind me of him

the whole time it was so so easy
it only hurt when I told him you were better.

your summer kiss haunts me all winter

as the motel ceiling came back into focus, you asked what it feels like

i mouthed the reply

" it feels like taking a fucking bullet"

you laughed, but I wasn't finished

"right between the eyes"

get the fuck out of my head. 

resin and ashes

here is some required thinking

nothing hurt,
you were calm and collected
my fingers were bent back
and you were inhaling the smoke and laughing

you

he half choked, " I want you to show me what hell really looks like"
i stepped back and half screamed " Then look me in the fucking eyes"

do you remember the summer when...

a girl always needs a fallback.


give me big black open spaces, between mountains, oh your rivers are raging in my veins, your roots grow deep inside me.

the birdcage

i wanted you to write the last chapter,

it would mean the world to me,

the blood in my veins,

heats accordingly.

it seems as though i am having his dreams.

these are a few of my favorite things

1. french cigarettes
2. rose water baths in antique claw foot tubs
3. living is easy with your eyes closed
4. marzipan and pink cream horses
5. doc martens with sundresses
6. greek food
7. heroin chic
8. anarchist poets
9. hopeless romance and drug addicted writers
10. the eiffel tower at midnight
11. falling apart leather journals
12. old typewriters
13. french markets in the fall
14. central park in the winter
15. trails that lead to weathered cabins    

tourniquet

medicated by your lips, i slip into what seems to be a sleepless haze for nights after I get another taste of you

i try i try i try i try

im a half a (w)hole

i want you/i want you/i want your heartbeat buried in the sound of my sighs