If you're up, I want to be as high as the sky can take me.

I have been waiting for you. I counted the days until we would be again. Oh how I could not wait to feel your touch, the shiver when you brushed my skin.

I wrote this poem about a sad soul who has fucked up one too many times and now it is too late to fix the damage that has been done.

I wrote this poem about my anxiety and fear of socializing.

A poem about a sad life.

I searched in the night for the right kind of moon. One never too early.