Hungover Once Overs (aka That Baby Ain't Mine)

I can put it on a prose or I can put it on you.   Either way, there's going to be hurting.    Still, I wished you'd stay a wile (sic) and let me fit between the seams you fall apart in, let me be the tree and awful you feel a constance....

Why OvercompliKate Things

You push to keep a distance and knit a cozy reverie of me, a thought to slip in absent mindedly through the hours of our absence. Its a strange way of saying I Miss You or How I Love You. Your doubt is an unfounded confidence in paranoia, the pebble...

Nice Hands

She was rich like a Charles Bukowski quote- copy pasted and overused. Life afforded her little originality as I constantly found her stuck in a common notion or a cliche, her chief concerns being weight or how ill suited her reflection in  mirror...

Cafune

There's little use crying over spilled ink and I won't hold vigil over the ghosts of yesterday. You've taught me that our time is short and we are quickly fading, so I've licked my wounds to limp steady at your side. I was dragged through the love and...

A Cup Of You

"I wanted to tell you that this feeling trembles inside me and somehow it makes sense. It pounds in my chest like thunder holding its breath."   I wanted to tell you your kiss is a relapse full of irresistable, I trace them on my lips and feel...