im no longer bleeding out and its alarming ( Read more... )

see me skinless ( Read more... )

i dreamt of scraping bird shit off the rooves ( Read more... )

i want to speak in visceral tones ( Read more... )

i miss being lonely and static and simple and cold ( Read more... )

cracked open when my bed doesnt smell like you anymore ( Read more... )

jacking off and trying not to think of you ( Read more... )

sights set far w/ eyes too weak ( Read more... )

im not breathing right lately
and im not made of bricks

winter never really ends and
my eyes are always wet

speaking isnt the same as loving
and im running miles on empty

my mouth tastes like rot and
i feel rightfully filthy

im trying out being alone
to guess what love feels like
im trying not to worry

my mouths full of sand and
my eyes are salt-dried and
i guess this is waiting

in eating and counting,
i abide. its not living
but its not dying and
thats better i guess