Yellow Cake with White Icing

When I grow up, I will make wishes And not tell anyone. Like when you blow the candles out on your birthday And keep the secret to yourself. I don’t know how to keep anything to myself. It always pours out of me like blood or vomit, Spilling everywhere and it’s messy, Falling into the... Continue Reading →

Things I Could Have Written

I could write a song about the tip of your cigarette glowing red in the dark on the first evening of summer. But when I put the pen to paper, I forget everything, Other than the feeling of how my heart stops when you stare at me a little longer Than how friends are supposed... Continue Reading →

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