conversations

    How do you miss me while you’re sleeping? Is it in the way your breath catches, your soul aches; when darkness plunges your room? I bet it’s lonely over there darling. It must kill you to not have me. It rips me apart, makes it hard to breathe while I hear your voice…

-in twos

    Notice how the flowers grow around her kissing her feet   The sun rays mingling in the stretch of her dimples lined along her cheek   She only comes alive when spring is near when light drips gold the air looks of lavender   Sweet bees return to their nectar and butterflies are…

witching hour

    You’re as cold as the stone wall you built around me, a thin layer of ice shielding that witching hour. The silence becomes of you. It is unbecoming. In these minutes and minute little seconds, it gives me nothing but time to think. There are cicadas here; they scream when night breaks, but…

-musings

You were never mine, so I wonder why I miss you so. I miss you like you were apart of me, like my soul can’t bare to go on without you.