split

split between wanting and needing, it only takes one decision to take that damning last step. if i waver, will you wait? hesitancy is a virus that spread its sticky tentacles inside of me but every time the grip becomes stronger, ill chance another step…and another, and another   View this post on Instagram split […]

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i spy

i spy a forgotten dress, drapped over an off-white mannequin with only one hand. frills and bows, tulle and a stubbed noes, these dresses seem more like ghosts; hovering over the living and begroaning their forsaken fate. forgotten but found, i spy a kaleidoscope of butterflies woven into a moth eaten gown… 👗 View this […]

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she lies beside me

she lies beside me tangled in expired dreams and pristine bedsheets. she sleeps, stubbornly, a question puckered beside her cheek: will my good deeds be met with a cure, to this loneliness that resides inside of me like a cold, cellar door? she tosses, she turns, she kicks, she coughs, and while i sit beside […]

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almost like magic

the light caresses wonder and a tender emotion in your eyes. it’s almost like magic when the sun sifts through the wavering eddies of ether and smog to shine so brilliantly, it’s blinds✨

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like paint

memories can disappear, drip off the canvas like paint. clumps of stolen kisses, a puddle of braided arms and tangled hair. i dread the memories captured with film. rolls of poised smiles and fake cheer. a garland of holding hands and exposed backs. slippery hands stained with siennna and black, push me to the edge […]

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winter’s grip

winter’s grip is reluctant to let go; a middle child abandoned by spring and fall, winter tears melt on the cheek of summer children and splatter their icy kisses on a bank of fresh snow❄️

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you woke something inside of me

you woke something inside of me; something slumbering beneath a cloak of my own insecurities and doubts. such trivial sights were once mundane and pedestrian but now, now i take pause and contemplate everything around me. stories can be woven in every being, every element, every damning breeze: you have corrupted me. you opened my […]

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