constants aren’t so constant anymore
the constants aren't so constant anymore two days i wait for calls to come though tonight for me translates to yesterday to youContinue reading…
Tag: writing
the world still spins
i wanted more than anything to
carve a space for myself in your
world, a sanctuary to rest my heart
and warm yours. instead, you
carved a dark and lonely land
hollowed out inside my chest,
leaving me in fear that the world
would no longer turn.
what anxiety feels like
frozen farewell
fresh roots
thorns soften
stems break
flowers burn
a garden bed suffocates
your ashes i will no longer take
rhythmic reverie 