Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
i know the day hard words crashed like a meteor against your heart now you hide your edgesafraid they’ll catch the light this is the coldthe distanceof space if only i could breathe hereand speak of the stardust in your bones if only i could peel past my skinto show you my scars living Read more
i’d much rather write a poem on my bed’s riot than the love triangle on my horizon (but i know what you’re eager to hear) floral pattern sheets become cartesian chaos: linear lines over my chest, quadratic parabolas echoing around my arms, the logarithmic curve slowly fading toward my pillow. Read more