As a child I lived like a tortoise, my home hitched up on my back, neatly packed away in an overnight bag. Never belonging, but always moving. Back and forth, back and forth. The reality of a joint-custody divorce. At eighteen, I met a boy who promised me home lived within the two of us.… Continue reading Home.
I step into my skin The skin of a pretender that is Oh I wish that I could explore But here I sit in this box This skin is too tight I pull at it throughout the day All the while That gnawing feeling in my pit A voice yelling from below What if I… Continue reading Adventurer
That playlist I made for you is humming I see you I feel everything Like a deep pool I’m sinking Gently moving Through your eyes I hear that melody Warm in my car The sweet sound of that moment You looking at me Like I am everything Warm in my car Your hand on my… Continue reading The Year of Us
You left me in the rain that night The universe unsympathetic of my broken heart I could have let every tiny drop swallow me whole But I didn’t let them touch me Because I love even the broken bits Even the selfish bits you gave me My love for you is pouring out of me… Continue reading Not Yours
I could barely make him out but there he was I started walking toward the figure slowly He was surrounded by darkness and I wanted to be ever nearer Though I could not make out his face I could feel him in my bones He connected with me With my soul I’ve been longing for… Continue reading Worth It
When you are older, remember: what is was like to want to set the world on fire. Do not let go of that light, fade into the dusk; or get so lost in the way that things gradually change (the way that your skin begins to crease over time); The slow evidence that things are… Continue reading When You Are Older
When I was younger I dreamed about becoming an actress, but as I grew I realized I’d been playing different roles my entire life. There is nothing quite as exhausting as running away from yourself year after year; Dodging the sirens, slipping into the skins of other people. Painting up your face and not recognizing… Continue reading Reflection