Graveyard

I keep falling in love with a history that doesn’t belong to me, the faces continually change but there is always a “you” and always a “me” and so I bury this “you” and that “you” in this mental ex-friend, ex-boyfriend, ex-lover, ex-whatever graveyard I’ve roped off in my head courtesy of all these people…

Everlasting

I am everlasting, even after this body dies its nutrients will rise giving life back to the soil, to the cracks where wild flowers grow— this I know. I am uncertain of the future in a lot of ways but this was the life and the body I was given so as long as I …

These Bones

I am done believing in broken men I am tired of thirsty texts empty heads being left on read I am through with opening myself up just to have the door shut because the thing about trust is that it does not grow on trees in fact, I would put more trust in a tree…