The beats outside our chest

You put your heart in your pocket to try and keep it from the world, but there’s this hand keeping warm and these eyes keeping you distracted.
And when you can finally breathe, you’re not sure if you’re emptier in the absence.


the moments between.

I will never forget the cruel and sad curve of your mouth. The unyielding strength of your hands. The way your eyes crushed me more than your fists ever could.

I will never forget the internal scars. The brutal words. The biting accusations.

I will never forget that abuse can be silent.

You, the center

These are the words I won’t speak.

These are the things I won’t feel.

These are the actions I won’t take.

These are the moments I won’t experience.


The lines we draw

Fate winds us together in slow deliberate strands, each breath entangling us further.


There is no victory here.

You never realize just how much you’re investing in someone until the moment just after it ends. The war has been fought, and while you’re the victor, you’re somehow inexplicably emptier, less than; more broken, less you.


You Were My First Love.

Don’t be fooled by the light in their eyes, they’ll eat you alive just the same.


The pounding between your ears.

It’s still your heartbeat reverberating through my fingertips.