17 years old


  • Well Loved

    I find it difficult to get rid of shirts that I wore when I was thirteen.

    Since I know how much I used to love them.

    I sense she would feel betrayed if she saw it 

  • Pluvia

    Time seems to move slower when it rains 

    Cars hesitate before they turn 

    Bird wings lag as raindrops batter their feathers 

    The world seems small and heavy 

  • My First Loves

    My first car has absorbed the beauty of your soul

    The wholeness of your heart

    Your voice rushes through the air vents and echoes through the quiet space

    It blows the flyaways of my hair

  • First Aid

    I want to collapse into his arms and let his warm embrace surround my cold fragile body. 

    I want his kind and reassuring words to stick like bandages to the broken parts of my brain.