There was no mercy for the weary.

There were nights I begged for you. Nights where the nightmare of reality stole all my dreams, to the point where hope felt like a luxury brand only affordable by the highest classes of society. I held tight to worn-out blankets wrapped around my shoulders as pain leaked in through the windows; the cold bite of winter informing me that summer was just a passing season. … Read the rest >>> “Mercy (poem)”

I miss the way you once were, the way you spoke, the cadence of your words when you didn’t want the world to hear us. I miss your deep inflections, paired with slow reflections; the way your intonation rose and fell with my breath and self-control.

I was called a fool for loving you. And I was.

And I am.

In my hopeless defense, your words were full; carefully crafted in unwoven silk and raw honesty.… Read the rest >>> “Irreparable (poem)”

I sacrificed mundane possibilities for the grandiose fantasy you gave me. I could no longer sit in contentment when thinking of a normal daily life: a life of avoiding alarm clocks, selling off eight to ten pieces of my day for magic beans, and coming home to wash my hands and feet of it while I aged slowly in the mirror.

No, you added sugar to each dream, making it impossibly sweet and addicting.… Read the rest >>> “Sweet (poem)”