The Place You Used To Live

There's still a door here shaped like you. Boarded up, covered in chains and nails. Paper stuffed in the locks.

The First Sign Is Taking Strange Pictures

I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone.

The Glitter Phoenix

Life doesn't give you a second canvas. So all you can do is paint on. And, sometimes, even over.

The Needle And Ink

Look at you, like a new tattoo. Because I might not always have you but I'll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life.

The Blind Corner Waits

I just move my lips and my tongue and breathe and the sounds are made. But still, I do not say "I love you" easily.

The Bridge From Solitude

Just like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken being alone with loneliness. So I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

The Amazing Something

The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can't remember the details. Then, minutes later, you remember it again and you're so grateful because you nearly lost something amazing, forever. Except, this time, it's a person. Not an idea.