Photo by Marcus Ganahl on Unsplash losing you was like losing the ability to breathe. like my lungs filled with concrete and crushed my...

Photo by Lux Graves on Unsplash. I talk to my pillow for one reason only: the night is so dark, and I am so lonely. there’s nothing left...

a collection of afterthoughts. Photo by Evie S. on Unsplash I never liked the way you looked at me. Like I was a sight to behold, someone...

Photo by Oleg Ivanov on Unsplash I can still feel your winter scarf chafing my neck. the frayed polyester blend scratching against my...

Photo by Eduardo Cano Photo Co. on Unsplash if only you could read my lips, you would know just how much they miss you. they were softer...

I keep your heart locked in my bedside drawer. Not a locker, not a safe, because I swore to keep it close even after you went away. Close...

I miss the feeling of you breaking my heart and calling it “art”. The way its fragments splintered tore me apart and the way you marveled...