home

my señoritas and me

depression

i have cradled her for eons

don’t remember what my gait feels like

without her gentle weight

etched into my palms

since my baby teeth started falling

like angel tears on our hardwood floor

her and i have grown attached at the hip

siamese twins

when i try to untangle myself

she tells me i am nothing

all because a little part of my pelvis

and my extra head

are missing

when she is gone

i am forced to face the dark (k)night outside

rather than rest in the soft void that grows in my eyelids

when she makes me cry,

soft, like a tormented babe,

i will tear my eyes from the ground and meet her gaze

i fall in love with her a little bit more

every second.

king love’s son

head over heels

inspired by an image i found on the internet ages ago. comment if you know the original artist so i can credit them!

don‘t let them see your tears

don‘t let them see your tears

demon girl

my wedding to depression

my jaw has grown tense

i have been encased 

in dark pit of anxiety

for too long

to remember the honeymoon phase

in mallorca

they served us heart-shaped lies

on a silver platter

i watched her mojito

turn to mint and water

stared into the abyss

and wished to be someone else

tomorrow

purple haze