i told him i had trust issues, and he said it was okay– that he was a living hurricane, who hid behind a deluge of feelings— but it was just a romantic notion, to think that two broken people could somehow fix each other, so i chose to barricade myself in the safety of my … More Weathered


here i go again, missing you and wondering why everything reminds me of a love that we never even had.


my relapse began when i was still very sick– and instead of taking care of myself, i decided it was easier to pretend that i was normal, just like everyone else. so i stopped monitoring calories and i stopped eating snacks and i stopped letting myself rest and i also stopped recovering.  


today i feel a bit like a sadness that has been left out in the rain– dripping of melancholy, and the lingering scent of your faded 90s grunge band t-shirts that i returned to your doorstep in a soggy cardboard box full of our long-lost dreams and all the things we hoped to become– but … More Tears


poetry flows through my veins as i lay in bed at night but slips between my fingers when i wake in the morning– and i have since learned that my innermost feelings will never allow the light of day to seep through the cracks of their velvety darkness, which is what causes so much of … More Hidden