All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!
It wasn’t raining the day you left,
and maybe that’s why I didn’t see this coming.
Because it’s always raining in poems
decides to call it quits,
but with you,
it was mostly just an empty sky.
You told me we were both loaded guns
with no targets left to shoot at,
and that it was time to love in softer ways.
I pray the words don’t leave me the way you did.
Too much quiet and no thunder to warn
about the way I’ll start counting
the earth’s rotations wondering if I am really
going somewhere or not.
Turns out I don’t need your weight
on top of me for the planet
to tilt from the enormity of what lives underneath my skin.
Turns out it takes almost ten minutes
for the sun to reach out far enough to hold my hand
from where she’s singing
and even less time
when no one’s standing in my way.
Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
basketballs smell gross
go to hell??
why are you defending the smell of a ball
If you don’t follow me on snapchat you’re missing out
the tragic finale
Things to know for no reason.
Y’all just blew my mind on the pine apples