STILLER WATERS

eyes blurred shoulders tense back feeling like a thousand bricks. I turn the page... Page? What is a page. I scroll down the screen* on...

how? mere moments together, but you still stain the more I scrub the deeper it seeps into my thoughts a game of tug-of-war as cinderella...

Love is a form of socially acceptable insanity. Place them in an institution. White walls enclosing in fast. Time will heal what the...

Hold my hand when we fall asleep. Forget the world, the far east. Tell me I’m beautiful, for the first time. Tell me you love me, despite...

“Dried Out” When a rose can no longer stand straight on its own, You dangle it; bottoms up, to preserve its beauty. At what cost?

I do not dare to share my secrets when she is shining at her fullest for fear that her light will only expose my darkness