Monday, September 24, 2018


How is it possible
For you to just this way
So much that I can't feel my leg
Or my back
You own my body
Its pain
And I paid a lot for it


Stood Up

Not my
It's you
Still, my heart broke a little
And I bought flowers to repair it


Saturday, September 22, 2018

Watered Up

I wish I could find all of the words
In all of the world
To tell you just how it felt
To feel bubbles the size of buses being popped on your head
To hear the sea lions bark with my ear hugging yours
To feel our hair most from our own see and the ocean below
Stuck to our faces and the backs of our necks
I'm really struggling to find the words
So I guess these will just have to do