you were
the last person
i expected
to crush me,

but you
did —

you’re an ocean
in which
i cannot swim

you’re naked,
sweat-covered,
and i’m looking up
at your face,

open-mouthed,
wondering,
'is this all 
i’m worth?’

© 2014

i spilled
everything,
every
single
drop
of myself

and you,
you drank freely
the mess i made

and offered
to clean
it up

© 2014

an eight-word story

you’re beautiful and terrifying
at the same time

new normal

i deleted 
your number 
from my phone

and blocked you
on Facebook

i thought 

hiding your 
profile pictures
from my News Feed

would make it
feel better

but i feel
just as
empty

© 2013

things i’d like to say to you (pt. 2):

let me feed you

you can eat 
every piece 

every toe, 
every finger

© 2013


science, statistics, angst.source: shannello

science, statistics, angst.
source: shannello


feelings.source: shannello

feelings.
source: shannello

"i think i’m clinically depressed"

three years later and it’s still an open wound,
covered in maggots and baby flies

and every day the necrosis spreads further,
metastasizing like a cancer

at stage 4.

things i’d like to say to you:

you are a car crash
that i cannot look away from 

you are blood on the airbag
you are a body in the road


© 2013

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