Spider

Ode to a spider on my ceiling - is it strange that I want to leave the light on for you? Or that I sometimes think about you clinging to those invisible strands while a man sleeps in my bed, as I leave for work in the morning. A kiss on the forehead, an arm …

Nostalgia Snippets

His left leg can't stop bouncing he's smiling and doesn't know what to do with his hands, when he holds mine, they're sweaty, but after I kiss him for twenty minutes he calms down. Call me Xanax. ~~~~~ She and I stroll like old times, exchanging gossip, laughing over our old loves, our old jokes, …

sometimes-poet

i feel like a sometimes-poet. this day happens to to be one of those cloudy ones where all you want to do is roll up your sleeves and mindlessly scroll through your instagram, deleting photos of those moments where you were distinctly unhappy but posted smiles anyway. i'm on a deleting spree and i accidentally …