it took only the snap of a finger to bring me back back many years the healing the progress the hope taken

I am a star on the verge of burning out; afraid of becoming a black hole too soon ace

muse // a poem

wrath // a poem

choking on promises before they come up a liar they will make of me 13.02.18

I dip my pen in the same ink I get drunk off... and you wonder why my words are jumbled

you were hurt, my love, but you must face it, grow from it, and promise yourself to end the cycle

i overuse emojis commas semicolons in an attempt to portray to the world the way i execute my thoughts a forgivable mistake, perhaps

i feel both full of wisdom, and shamelessly naive

i'm free falling toward rock bottom in hopes that it holds a new start

I thought all those poems about kissing scars were overrated but then you came along with your healing lips - ace

you are the moon that carries my waves an encouraging force of love

intimacy is an energy transfer be sure you know what you're getting

life's crashing down of me, like a wave showing no mercy and i, ready to drown

I never desired to be found, only to be lost with you...

I burn every night, only to right again from the ashes at dawn.

you deserve the world you give to me

the distance between us stings like a million what ifs...

o b l i v i o n is no more scary than a world without y o u

you're tongues a muscle only strengthened by speaking truth