We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Everyone’s chest is a living room wall with awkwardly placed photographs hiding fist-shaped holes.