Round and Wound

Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.

Stones of Regret

His absence is too loud, too painful.


Like a fucking yoyo we are but if I wanted a fag, I could pop down to the store...


Nothing to be seen, nothing to be sewn

Devils Sea

maybe something inside

King of Sorrows

He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.


I'd wait for you forever but I need you now, tomorrow, forever, in any way but this way.


Your love is a supermassive black hole


Where do I put the love?


It's better to love him from afar.

Tree of Life

Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).