There was no hurricane warning the morning you hit me.

Annie Munro, “And You Blew Me Away” (via wnq-writers)

There’s a difference between missing someone and missing having someone.

you don’t miss me, you’re just lonely // a.s.m

I either feel like I’m too much or not enough.

i’ve never felt just right for anybody // a.s.m

I’m so sick of closing my eyes to feel alive.

these days when my eyes are open, all i do is stare

Poetry is being able to see a story in anything.

we are storytellers

Concrete Emotions

I fear the day I no longer feel in poems.

Help, I’m Alive

You punctured my heart, yet
my wrists are what bleed.

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