Some nights are beyond poetry Some thoughts are beyond words This tear-stained page is an ode To that rupturing sob into the dark. May you find peace soon. This is a sad one. I'd say bordering towards pathetic, but then again, the real question that will arise with that declaration is why do I think … Continue reading Soon

Good morning

It's 5am. Why am I awake? To watch you sleep, apparently. I am sitting on my desk with my books open And the lamp light bounces off Your soft skin Your eyes that have been wide open And brows that furrowed From as long as I can remember Are serene now. The hands that I … Continue reading Good morning