i bought sunflowers so the house would miss you a little less they still leaned toward the light the way i leaned toward you

people know who you are before you even get there

i write poems about you that you will never read

August makes me wanna fall in love. August feels like home.

i saw you in my dreams again this week. or maybe it was last week.

you do this, you do. you take the things you love and you rip them apart, or you pin them down with your body and pretend they’re yours

i hope the universe is always kind to you

when it’s time to go to war i will go but for right now im going to reside in peacefulness even when there’s chaos around me even when there’s nothing but utter armegeddon around me im going to be peaceful until it’s time for me to not be peaceful and i will know when that comes

i am cruel, darling, i love with a knife in my hand

dear self, you are enough even on days when you feel empty

i will save my sweetest words for you, like a gardener saving the rarest blooms for the most precious bouquet, i will hoard them, like a treasure chest

you set your mouth on fire with every cigarette and still i wanted to kiss the ash from your lips

we're cat people, not because we don't like dogs, but because we crave solitude

the wolf howls to remind the night it is not alone and i envy that kind of certainty

don’t fall in love with them because they’re a writer, they will write you into existence then erase you