I Wrote This For You

I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Place Fear Grows

I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid that if I love you, you’ll become a memory. I’m afraid that you’ll become something that haunts me, and ...

Monday, April 10, 2017

The Good Poem For Burning

First, you let them tear you up, until they can’t read the words on what’s left of you. Whatever you do, don’t let them cry, they’ll jus...

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Questions That Make You Feel Weak

I want to know if you know who you are. I want to know if you know you’re pretending to be who you are. I want to know where you buried...

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Seasons After Winter

I think you want to say, “You might fall in love, is that the worst thing that could happen?” And I want to ask you if you've ever not...

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

The Burning Of Snow

Tell me again, the story of all the things I cannot do, so I can tell you the story of how I will do them.

Monday, March 27, 2017

The Heart Of The Night

All I want to know is why I never wake up in the middle of the night thinking about someone who loves me. I ask and nothing in the night a...

Monday, March 20, 2017

The 10000 Ton Grave

"What I'm saying is I don't want you hurting somewhere when you least expect it. I don't want you ordering coffee and waiti...

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