Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river                     but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away                                                                         but then he’s still left with his hands.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.

Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.