Free
bleed merlot and paint my face with Your wine-stained kisses.
something sweet
forgive me if my words have dried up at my lips;
attachments
i want to draw a map of all the places your mind wanders...
savior
i've walked tightropes in hallways,
to whom it may concern
i don’t think that’s what he was warning me about when he told me i could overdose.
the addict
i wish i could go back and tell you:
the breath between apologies
she burned her cigarette lips and truths into my forehead, asked me to forget