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i think i forgot how to drive so i’ve been doing laps around your old neighborhood. partly because i know everything’s changed and partly because i know nothing’s changed and all i’ve ever known is how to go in circles. tell me, has time really stood still or have i just been gone too long…

i’ve decided that i let you off the hook too easily. never wrote your name in a poem or demanded an apology. i could’ve been red with my anger. spit it onto your doorstep like baby teeth ripped from their roots. only a child and i didn’t know love had to be earned. i didn’t…

originally written june 2025 at nineteen my reflection is laffy taffy pink, stretched to its limit and spun around a knife. at nineteen my best friends live in a screen, and i press my face against the glass, calling my body a window-in-training. at nineteen memorized songs decorate the floor of my mind like skyscrapers.…

it’s november, after all, the air feels heavier while the sky churns itself into the deepest shade of blue it owns. you hold the carton of milk like a memory, expired before you even had the chance to pour it. the bread crumbles in your palms, like a love that went stale with things left…

originally written october 2023 as a kid, i used to write my mother poems / they had rhyme schemes and thanked her for things like / driving me to school so i didnt have to walk the half mile / making my favorite thing for dinner because a boy called me ugly / kissing my…

if i twist my heart into a shape that will no longer be called a heart,  it’ll still hold love for you, you know? but i wish it won’t the next time i hear a song with a noticeable drum fill.  would an orange still be called one if i paint it blue?  perhaps, i’ll…

i stopped doing my dishes for eight days straight.  i look for it in everything and find it waiting for me every time.  i am stardust, i am wounded animal,  i am repeating myself and wonder if the cycle is to be broken still. is the snake biting its own tail well fed?  is there…

the paint from the walls of my heart  are starting to flake off and fall like confetti  as if to celebrate the inevitable fact that you will leave once you know,  and so you will be the last to know.  you can almost see the outline of tallies carved into the ceiling  marking each time…

you up? it is 11:27 pm. do you ever feel the enormity of the universe? feel small under a roof that could collapse anytime at the movement of what lies under? what if stars are just freckles on the face of the night sky? do you feel the unread messages piling up on your shoulder? or the time that slips…

you stand still in the kitchen. you pick your nails still, even though you know it’s a bad habit. pay attention!! i like how you look standing there, so i take pictures of you in this light. notice how the shadows do not hit you. everything moves to glow around your silhouette. cherish this!! i…