• Pieces
  • Anasthesia

    It’s 1 a.m. and I am right where you left me a year ago. In my living room. Chocolate brown couch. Phone in my hand. Texting a boy who isn’t you. And the only thing I can think about is how he is just not you. You with your uncanny charm and disaster awaits smile. […]

  • Poetry
  • Greased Hearts | Poem

    Greased Hearts | Poem

    I am not here to tell you he was special, Frankly, he was the sinner of all my sins, Feeling the need to put cushions under my feet, Treating me like I had ‘fragile handle with care’ inked on my skin.   And I didn’t object, I fell in this sort of haze, It was […]