poetry

It’s not just you that I miss, though I miss you so, more than you’ll ever know. It’s who I could have been had you let me stay, had you

I did to her as was done to me and now we’re broken free. A historic replay with three year’s delay to the same day in February. Having seen both sides

I’m not the hero you’re looking for, I’m not the man you think. I’ve lied and hurt and cheated and stole. I smoke, I toke, I drink. With power

There are a handful of emails lingering in my gmail preventing me from achieving the coveted inbox zero. A pleasantry never returned, a logistic ungoverned, a reminder to update the website of a

Have you ever put, for the second time, shampoo in your hair because you’re standing in the shower, and that’s what you do there? How many times have you swiped left