at night i ask when will i relearn to love myself in the quiet hours
Light Pollution
“the light reveals all sins,” she always said. but the dark shows me the stars.
Passions
i can’t keep twistingmy ankles to dance orbreaking my heart to write
Public Transit
Laughing at a stranger’s jokes is equal parts relief and mania.
Dear Beloved
An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved. I. I am still sorry. I fear that you were just the first in a long line of men I will be all too willing to bury my loneliness in. II. Now that I’ve figured that you wronged me, I am not ready to forgive. III. I loved you more than you knew, but you were still right: it was not enough. IV. I have learned what the infinite tastes like but I still haven’t learned that people can’t be fixed because they aren’t broken, or that I deserve…
psychosomatic
–> i’ve grown accustomed to the pain. in your absence everything else aches.
Going With The Tides
Going With The Tides A Haiku Pair Loneliness sometimes lingers like cold in your bones and damp in your soul, even when the tides that washed it up have long since moved to other shores.
The Inaccuracies of Poetry
The Inaccuracies of Poetry (a Haiku) It wasn’t the whole truth, but half-lies can be more honest anyway.
On the Distribution of One’s Heart
On the Distribution of One’s Heart (A Haiku Quintet) I had given my heart to someone who didn’t know how to hold it. Instead, they cradled it like an adolescent with a stranger’s child: awkward and uneasy, with a fear of falling head first and snapping. I gave my heart to someone who didn’t quite want it and was surprised when they gave it back. They said to keep it safe, but their fingers left bruises.
Drowning
Drowning (A Haiku Pair) I am drowning. You have oversaturated me, but I need it. You overwhelm me. I gasp for air but choking never felt so good.