Insincerity

he’s only nice to me because he wants me though i’ve forgotten twice already, and almost managed to let myself believe he actually means all his pretty words– when, in reality, they are simply the tools he is using to try to take something from me that i will never be willing to give. Advertisements

Collision

Driving down the interstate Singing at the top of our lungs to the radio You lightly touch my arm and I smile Caught up in the song and the afterglow   Drawing x’s on each other’s hands We’re not even sure what they represent But it means you’re mine and I like that Laughing and … More Collision

Us

I know how you feel. Tricked, vulnerable, lonely. Stupid. He wrote poetry for me. He called me brighter than the sun and told me he’d wait as long as he had to. Until he gave up, and moved on to someone else. He told her he loved her, and wanted to be with her, and … More Us

Porcelain

I love your smile when you’re not trying. I love the fact that I can blow up your phone with multiple messages about absolutely nothing in particular, and you’ll actually read and respond to them. I love your decisiveness. I love my name being the key to everything that matters in your life. I love … More Porcelain

Ending

The girl is falling. She’s falling, she’s falling, she’s suspended in space. Time passes, words are spoken. She keeps going, words fly back and forth, she grabs onto something, asks a question. And the answer isn’t quite what she expected. It’s worse. And so she falls. When she finally hits the bottom, the ground isn’t … More Ending