you’re luminous and im star-crossed

the milky way’s smudged and incomplete in the haze of your eyesa magnitude of cheap romance like a natural disasteran earthquake splitting us and still i want to live in your constellationnestled between you and the galaxies spewing from your tonguea mistake of a masterpiecerestless and alive in your passages.

the insects in my stomach are dead [and i don’t think i ever loved you]

we are pliantalways betting on chance,brimming with passing thoughtssilence stretching into the ever-expanding infinity between our fingertips oblivion infiltrating the corner of your smilereminiscence stuckbetween your teeth, collapsing, dragging me down with you as your words start sinkinginside my chest;almost a rhythm, a dance empires falling to the anthem of your touch—catastrophes in the wake … Continue reading the insects in my stomach are dead [and i don’t think i ever loved you]