I wasted a lot of my own time this year and that’s something I’m struggling to forgive myself for. I’d swipe through dating apps for a couple of hours every week—if you’re embarrassed to know me, be aware that I’m more embarrassed that this was me.
Read MoreThe story of my junior year as told through my pensive walk home every day, reflecting on the highs and lows that accompany the high school experience.
Read MoreI leave traces of you in each poem I write. I am certain my eyes still reflect yours.
Read MoreCarving a moment from day dream and letting it breathe before dipping it in a pink haze
Read Moresuppose our lips touched would
they sting like thorns or bite like
mosquitoes or maybe just sweep
Read MoreNow, darkness inhabits beneath my eyes, a pack of cigarettes placed in the back pocket of my jeans.
Read MoreShe’s been known to keep everything tucked away. She credits it to think better, kinder thoughts about her
Read Morea post-breakup flood of thoughts about what was and what could’ve been.
Read Morei call the way the sun refracted off the water, illuminating your freckles, cinematic.
and i am not insecure in the way i think of spending the day in bed with you
Read Moreone of the preschool teachers asked me what I wanted her to write as the caption for my ideal world. I told her: “it will be a rainbow world.”
Read MoreI’ve thought about him each day since I left - whenever I thought of something to say, I wrote it in a note on my phone so I wouldn’t text it to him.
Read Morecrisp flesh and wit, borne from the season they’re born in.
apparently
some people rot like apples.
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