The poetic bits of me

From my upcoming collection ‘becomes water’

empty is a forgotten kiss playing on your lips empty is a curl of your hair he never could play with empty is a slate  wiped clean but then we ran out of ink empty is a heart full of feels but a brain that fails to think.  

Remember. remember when we thought that time stopped still when we kissed. i spent most of my nights counting fingers to see how sober I was on a scale of kissing you                                    to                      leaving when the mornings made love to nights we snored away our regrets. don’t you ever wish that the boy who took out the garbage saw our hearts among the dirt?  

the anniversary gift, was your favourite colour. he loves you that    – much you tell yourself. you pat your face with a dab of makeup he loves you that – much you whisper in the mirror. his favorite drink – I’m his favourite thing it’s just one empty bottle he  loves me –            when he’s sober. you whisper to your skin you whisper  that love stings then you trace your favourite colour…