it feels like i woke up to winter in one day ( Read more... )

a book by his bedside that he's never reading,
all the desperate phone calls that lead to late night meetings,

it's just that he likes me better when i'm leaving.

i am too much to hold at times and/or your arms don’t open wide enough ( Read more... )

lately, i want to wear the same outfit every day, like a uniform ( Read more... )

most mornings come all too quickly ( Read more... )

i met him at the door, with cold hands and nervous fingers ( Read more... )

and lately my days seem shorter ( Read more... )

i am breakable ( Read more... )

and last night is hazy like the first few minutes of waking up ( Read more... )