I have so much pitiful love for you. I have so much love for you, but it's pitiful because no matter what you do I'll love you. With that being said, it's not like you would do anything horrendous. I get it. Our lives are weird and crazy right now. It makes sense. But at … Continue reading Fog



I'm not sure what happened or what I did. I'm honestly too sad and disheartened to write much or to be poetic. Our phone conversation and the way you are being now are like two different people. Maybe you just needed space away to think. I hung out with a group of people I didn't … Continue reading Space


It's so much easier to write beautifully when I'm sad, or at least that's what I tell myself. Otherwise, my happy words come out like vomit, all mixed together in chunks of broken thoughts. I've finally calmed myself down (for the most part) And (I'll) keep telling myself that I need to focus on the … Continue reading Parentheses