Xanadu
 

I don't love the way we used to love anymore So i untwisted you from my blood red arteries, Disconnecting you from the intricate passage...

They say forgetting is like a white cloud. Your ideas and memories only hidden behind it. They say forgetting is like trying to read...

A cold empty desk— home to nothing but a single sheet of paper. The paper —just as empty as the desk. Has nothing upon it but a name....

my womb is hollow, not now, nor ever, had anything of significance called it home. i am far too young, too innocent, to push forth life....

Scrolling through instagram— emitting blue light that illuminates my fixated face. Posts producing unrealistic standards haunt my mind as...

Everything, Everywhere Nothing, Nowhere Moments passing by in a flash Our lives are filled to the brim with them Some we barely think...

I'm pretty like my life depends on it— because it kind of does. My pretty little hand does eyeliner over and over. Approximately 12 times...

Held hands with a new boy last night. We walked over graves and his hands were cold. “Cold hands, warm heart”, my father used to say— and...

They were in the hospital Just the man and the speech pathologist. She scooping applesauce into his mouth, And he just hoping he’ll be...

as i wait for you as the hallways clear and i sit and stare on this wooden bench— i feel like sleep. a gap— a space between what is— and...