lonely
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The loneliness of the season
As the temperature dropsand things seem to get a bit more quiet,I can hear songs echoin the back of my head. I think of my family at this time…and the home I left behind… The weather gets colder yet I miss the snowy windows I’d always find myself waking up…
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I only know pain; it’s what I’m used to
I used to experience a lot of weird things;things that hurt me, things that made me. I used to write a lot about it then. If I write about it now, some’ll think I’m depressed. I always question if I still am a bit. I wrote about those things then…
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Ode to San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City
Oh San Fran, a friend of mine visited you the other day and reminded me of our time well spent together Christmas Day. I remember being in a coffee shop alone, one of the only ones open, that seemed to be as narrow as a crack and filled with belongings…
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Setting my life ablaze one day at a time
How dare I show my face here; how dare I show my face anywhere. Digging myself into a hole I may never get out of—voluntarily. My life has always been one of search and exploration; now it’s become one of craving and romanticism. I told my mom the other day…
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Some boys are heartbroken
I had a boy who made me feel bad once cry about another girl to me. I stared at him as he drowned in his thoughts while I felt nothing. Later I thought, damn, that bitch beat me to it. Some boys are heartbroken and you wouldn’t even know.