Sunday, July 26, 2020


has your heart been racing lately? i wake up hours before the sun to the pounding in my chest. no matter how many deep breaths i take, i can't get it to settle down. i lay there in darkness, searching my memories for you. i replay the first time i saw you smiling with your eyes and the familiarity of your sweet voice. i hold on to the way your laugh made me feel and the comfort of your stillness. in all honesty, i don't know much else about you, so i hold on to the only feelings that linger.

the bull

he’d always talk to me about leaving her, i just never believed he would. he’d tell me how she’s too small for him, and how suffocating it was getting. he was always searching for something bigger, and yet simpler. oddly enough he found a rowdy crowd. he found exhaust pipes and more tattoos to fill his body with. she’s asked me about him a few times, but honestly, i don’t really keep in touch.
i loved him too, babe, i’d always say. you weren’t the only one he left.
i lost my best friend, but los angeles lost her lover.


the moon shines above me, illuminating every one of my thoughts. she magnifies my fears while her stars silently surround me, always lending an ear. i wonder if she speaks to them, if she calls them by name. does she confide in their light? does she seek warmth from their flame?

i wish you would speak to me like you used to. 
i would tell you what a beautiful mess you have left me to become, always believing i was the only one. but you have many lovers, sweet moon. so i have saved my sighs for the rising sun.

the one

thoughts are racing through my head,
i have no words to give them meaning
and there’s this lingering, empty feeling
- reminding me we are apart
the nights are cold and sleepless
i have no one but myself to blame
my body, paralyzed by my own brain
- and my own manifested weakness
i anticipate my return to you
and though i know i left
i’ve become emotionally bereft
- at the absence of your being
i love you, my sweet city of angels
my home, my heart, my muse
i’ll return to you when i’m ready
- you’ll always be the one i choose

Monday, July 15, 2019


the cold wind hits my face and i immediately freeze. i try to take a deep breath but my lungs refuse to take in any more of this chilled-air... i feel like i’m gasping for clarity. my hands are numb and shaky, making the smallest of tasks significantly harder, slower... impossible? i fumble my car keys and end up dropping them in the puddle between my soaked flats.

i’m cold.
everything is wet.
i can no longer feel my face.

i’m willingly driving into the darkness this time, hoping to find my light on the other side. i have the most intense feeling that i am exactly where i am supposed to be, and that feeling alone offers enough warmth during my first cold winter.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

me too

there's broken glass on the bathroom floor again. i sometimes wonder if our neighbors can hear the shatters through their wall, and if so, do they care. as i sweep up the pieces i can see my reflection on the ground looking pale. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
you always lovingly suggest i wear pants to school the next day, "you don't want anyone asking you what happened."
i nod. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
as i pick up the last piece of glass with my fingers i realize how fragile we all are; your temper, my body, our family. maybe one day we can keep something intact for once. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Monday, October 9, 2017

i wish I could say she grew old right before my eyes, but i don't believe that to be true. she appeared to inherit two decades worth of wrinkles and a slightly less energetic stride overnight. 

i have taken her aging body with a slight disinterest, until thinking of my own. when before she would rise at dawn and stay up past midnight, she now lays and rises to the sunlight, in almost complete synchronicity.  will i too wake up one morning with a new set of lines upon my face? 
will i move slower to accommodate life's change of pace? 

Sunday, October 1, 2017

may you find the flowers and breeze you have always wanted.

i hope you have gained the confidence to wear your hair up like you practiced so many times before leaving the house with it down. i expect that your lips are still stained red from the beet juice you religiously drink every morning. and that you still smell of that sunflower perfume, the one that always made me sneeze. i sometimes miss your voice telling me to talk more, instead of just taking you in. 

i hope you found those flowers, and figured out that you are the breeze. 

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

find inspiration in the shadows.
the chords you have been so desperately searching for are at the bottom of that bottle; be careful not to drink away the melody again.

find the blank pages that you swore you would fill with ease and dedicate them to your past. find the soft tissue that you violently and repeatedly abuse, it won't be going anywhere.

find and differentiate, between darkness and shadows. don't be fooled by the night's invitation to dance and lay with her. when it's this dark in our smoke-filled corner, it's hard to tell who's who any more.

Monday, September 4, 2017


it's a connection built lifetimes ago, full of beautiful vulnerability.

perhaps it's a coincidence in the crossing of our paths. perhaps my mind isn't used to all the openness my heart is willing to extend. there's a definite change in the perception of my being, my presence. there's a leap that has been taken in the trust of your words. perhaps it was a mere coincidence, but i feel as though i may have loved you before. something inside of me reaches out in familiarity and yearning. perhaps we've been down this road before, though i don't seem to recall.