Monthly Archives: March 2017

i don’t know where the love is kept or where it’s s’posed to be or if in time like turpentine it wears the scars from me.. can’t help but look to see if it’s indeed a thing one holds or … Continue reading →

may you never know in your sweetest life how much i cry while laying next to you… and how I quiet the sobs and pray you don’t wake up from the motion of my shaking form.. and hold my fists … Continue reading →