my parents don't know what's gotten into me since i've met you.

will i fork lightning? will i catch and sing the sun in flight? highest: #12 poetry

you must love even when you feel like you can't. [1/3: "A COLLECTION OF: CONFUSION"]

vanilla scented poetry

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

who knew that you could feel