Writing

Man at desk with black birds
["Asgardian Seagulls," digital art by cedar, YWP]
  • We hung out under a tree

    We hung out under a tree

    The day they all left

    Lost and alone

    In our own heads

    Someone forgot their hoodie and came back

    And I ran to them

    Yelling their name

    Tacklehugging them

    Needing them back.

  • wait for it

    she says i’m warm

    yet i feel 

    cold

    distant

    i feel space,

    the seconds 

    and severed flesh

    that separates 

    me from myself.

    how can i be warm

    how can i be excited

  • Cant let go

    I reach over

    Maybe for the last time

    Knowing it could be the last

    Makes me latch on

    I can't pull away

    I won't

    You tighten your grip and I tighten mine

    Pulling me close to your side

  • contradictions

    You can be cold

    but not without consequence

    You can be warm

    but not without effort

    You can be brave

    but not without fear

    You can be good 

    but not without sacrifice

    You can be evil

  • i wonder

    you see 

    there are moments like these

    moments where 

    i wonder 

    what my world is to be 

    moments where

    i wonder 

    if you’ll ignore my texts 

    five years from now