I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading Handle With Care
ew, it's sweaty I guess it's kind of nice we're both like really clammy people whatever he likes it just go along with it oh my god how long can he want to do this for suck it up this is what having a boyfriend is like it's not terrible okay it's actually quite hot … Continue reading Holding Hands
Little houses lined up in rows, and snow; the snow kept coming that winter, and spring. It even snowed in May. The trees trees are just branches, the bushes just twigs, and everything is weighted by the white blanket of winter. The sky is dark. The hills are dark. The winter was dark. But the … Continue reading Photograph
I've never fallen in love with the night sky. I do not see constellations. The vastness of the universe has left me feeling small of course, and I take comfort in the knowledge that literally nothing about me will ever matter in the scheme of things. But it does not tell me stories. I do … Continue reading The Stars
Dear Diary, Today's been okay for the most part. I made it through my classes. Nothing that interesting happened at school. Nothing that interesting happened, period. I just feel so frustrated. Or down. Or I don't know what to call it. It's like this pressure. It's not quite anxiety but it almost is. And no … Continue reading Dear Diary
The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.
I can't see the words in my head that I need to make you like me. All there is is darkness.
The Sound of Silence
"Why did you talk to me?" I asked him, as we walked down the street at 9:40pm. "I don't know, I saw you and really wanted to talk to you." "Well I really wish you hadn't. I'm uncomfortable and I want to go home but I can't while you're with me because I don't know … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading Puzzle
Nothing feels better than taking care of myself. Work outs and coffee in the morning, face masks and tea in the evening - nothing is too much of a commitment, too much of a burden, for the feeling of renewal it brings me. In a single day, I probably do most things just to take … Continue reading Refreshed