the sound of my emotions

all of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine

lovely | poetry

Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...

My Rain

Why does one raindrop seem to drown me?

Cry It Out

Poems

tour bus 2 : apartments

living with Shawn Mendes doesn't sound all that bad, right?

Sex and Radio (Book 2)Completed||

Callie: The past is the past, right? Or so they say, or whatever. I've let mine define me for the past five years. No relationships, no cuddling, and definitely no sleepovers. All I need is a good romp in the hay, my sex-positive radio show, and my best friend Jade. Until him. Dex. He broke the cycle of meaningless...