and i can only touch you so many different ways before my hands grow cold

words can be bridges to build valuable connections but love must be the architect

i try to see pain as a lesson, but that doesn't make it hurt any less

I wish we were equal in giving and taking needing you more than you need me is such a shame

composed of stardust, you were made to burn

often the tone matters more than the words; even i love you can be spoken in vain

I carry an endless supply of life, yet managed to waste it on you.

but someone else will // a poem

toxic lips // a poem

burn the love letters, for they are the real arsonists

spring // a poem

let them // a poem

sharp tongues can't sing lullabies

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

our thoughts have so much power so much potential yet we waste them underestimate them and let them remain toxic

some words need to be embraced in such a way glowing screens cannot even begin to fathom.

I don't explicitly miss you, just the feelings that accompanied being loved.

You lied, but never to me.. it was you who could not face the truth.

I have shed my skin too many times for you to claim to know me

when did I break, and forget how to put myself back together