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He doesn’t like it when I call him ‘baby’. His eyes don’t light up the way yours once did To recognize the donning of my affection as a...

Age seven – Dandelion picking, round glasses adorned Toad catching girl My aquarius moon at its most unsinkable Blamelessly palatable A better painter than a liar Today I will try again to be kind to you. Let the sun dress your skin but not burn your eyes Brush your tangled hair and hum under my breath, I love you i love you i love you. Everyday I remove further from you beyond my consent A dream robbed by day break I replay your voice in my head until words are only words S

If only to be happy wasn’t a precarious breeding ground for art! My closed grin is a hostile passage for words beyond my vocabulary An...

The delicate dance of romanticizing the finite To look her in the eye again with the all too familiar tunnel vision Ignoring the...

To you Every love I have never been entitled to The ones I can never tell if I ever had any authority to call ‘love’ But can never be...

The skeleton in my closet wears a virgin wool knit sweater that hasn’t fit me since the tenth grade. Though her wrists hang an inch...

My baby girl. I crave nothing more than to surrender To ease the burden of carrying you To bask in the penumbra of a shadow long untended...

The foreshadowed reluctance that then painted the walls Has since dried The colours always refract a little brighter the morning after...

The restaurant is empty on a tuesday afternoon when familiarity tells me I will die not of old age, but instead a sour soul. I know how...

I wonder in reflection of your capacity to turn two weeks into an eternity you pride yourself as virtuous. Where I thought would snap and...

Within the empty shade of sanguine And last week’s paper, unopened Tangibly lives your phantom Caught betwixt leaving and having left...

Like black coffee, razor-burned alternatives and autumn to spring Freedom in a travel sized package is his drink of choice A smooth...