Poetry

Please don't read

Written 2019.
Excerpt:

"Oh god

Is this what drowning feels like?

what if it swallows me up and i’m nothing left just a hand above water or a sentimental message left on a headstone the stone is rolling where moss sits but that’s not where why no how it used to be or how it is is it possible to die just from too much could i be isolde consumed a frantic love duet sung alone where words speak dissonance and notes sing devastation that weeps and fights and eats away until all that’s left is the parts that no one needs to look at that i don’t want to look at and i just think think think think i think that

Nothing feels a whole lot like everything feels a whole lot like nothing"

did you do any good?

Written 2019.
Excerpt:

"i filmed the fall of rome

titled it with your hands

sent it to you, drowned 

in the only love i had learned

when you cried

i met your eyes and knew

you’d already 

forgotten my name"

In a Month

Written 2019-2020.
Excerpt:

12.

flight // december

and it’s a strange thought--

that you can’t spell forever

without the skeleton of over,

for permanence 

is nothing but a fleeting dream,

built atop the bones of endings;

and when our forever dies

the gaunt hands of over 

claw their way to earth

and we are lost but 

also free