The sound of fake laughter echoes off the shiny, white floor. Symmetrical hallways cascade toward the Fed Ex building. Bored business and tourists loiter in the hotel bar and balk secretly at the price

Your black lipstick juxtaposes my Cheshire grin. Even my demons like it when you visit. We lie in bed all day, and crawl out at night. I trace your tattoos and you find constellations in my freckles. I

Black flame in this fluorescent holocaust, you were peace in the static.

I pulled up the driveway of my childhood house, and saw it was empty, it struck my softly that nowhere is home anymore. I was alone, for the first time in my life, no arms to hold me and no place to hide.

When the world gets heavy and the tears come easy, spill your tears in bathrooms and breakrooms, and run away into sweet sleep. Let the music carry you to sweeter days, you're not finished yet, baby blue.

I'm staring at you through glasses made of silver, your edge's are glistening under the lights from the stage. You look more like your photograph every day. I'm walking through your door and stepping over

Kegels are the best way to keep me from cheating.

Every obstacle overcome is transformed into a monument to your character

I lived some of my best days with you. I spent some of my worst nights without you. You took me like dust in your hand And you held me Before you scattered me into the wind. I wrote poems to your dark

That's what people do, they take little breaks from being themselves, but they always come back to it.

Yes, you're thirty. Look at all you've been. You've fallen in and out of love. You've been hurt and you've been held. The babies you held are learning to drive. You watch your sisters have children and

Your smile on my cheek burned a hole in me. I'm lost! Clinging to blankets and bottles. Sinking in blankets and bottles. I'm lost... Blind love is not good for your health.

You came home, but you never got around to unpacking your bags. They sat in the corner, glaciers looming in the distance, I tried not to see. I woke without you, and not a feather from your wing remained.

I want to lose sleep with you, and not over you. I want you to lose your mind, and remember your soul. I want you to lose your religion, and find god.

"Shut up!" Meant two things In my home: Lower your volume and Be a better person. Because if you were being loud, then you were making dad angry, and it wasn't that we cared particularly about

"Shut up!" Meant two things In my home: Lower your volume and Be a better person. Because if you were being loud, then you were making dad angry, and it wasn't that we cared particularly about

To the girl I missed: I'm sorry most of all, to you, who I never told how I felt. I know how we looked at each other and all we could've said. but instead I said nothing. I was scared, scared to look dumb

I don't like or dislike things, I love them and I hate them.

When we matched on tinder, the first of the seconds thoughts came. It would've been best to listen to those thoughts to begin with. But when she flashed her boob on Snapchat, the last reasonable thought

You know what's depressing... You know what's depressing, anyone I could ever dream of falling in love with is already dying, living, dying... We're all dying but not everyone's living.