And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.
Your sadness is not beautiful. It’s not keeping you warm. It’s not keeping you company. You don’t feel it right now but your sadness is sinking you. It’s slowly taking over your body, biting your soul and splitting your heart. Don’t let it crack you open. Fight it.
On Forgetting How To Write A Poem
Sometimes the snow forgets to be poetic,
And your finger tips get stiff because they’re wrapped around your coffee instead of tucked in your pockets
So the winter sting feels like a cigarette burn
And your breath looks like cigarette smoke
And the flakes that hit your tongue taste like…