Just me. Just you. A lost we. A found me. When are we going to learn? When are we going to just be? Maybe this …
Wane by Monica Beaujon
The ebbing light in your eyes had prophesied this moment years ago, but I did not listen; like god I refused to listen and within the infinity before …
No Return Without Receipt by Harnidh Kaur
Before you ask me to leave, I need you to return some things I left with you for safekeeping, I don’t want this any more …
Untitled by Rose Bythrow
We could kiss on the street, but it’d be too romantic. I’d say you should leave but you’re no good with semantics. One-handed you gave …