texting you is poetry. love sent over the distance. reassurances and encouragement. babe, you are not alone. an invisible thread binds us. table for one, plus me.

I'm ready for you, now. Not like before, when that old love had me hyperventilating on the floor. I want to wrap you around me and no longer taste someone else's mouth. Sex with you was like a dark magic that made me free the corners of my soul.

If I were to draw you, I would start with a gentle pencil sketch. When I love you, I start in technicolor.

the week i met You.

He cannot reach me here

fresh rows of stitches. broken bones. adrenaline. shattered ceramics. p!ssed off landlord. terrified friends. snuck in under darkness. secretly f*cking you again.

i write you poems. hit my dirty face poems. not quite love, poems.