Every night for the past few weeks, I don't fall asleep until four in the morning. Every night for the past few weeks, I've written a poem--a medium im not familiar with. I get to hurt, I am hurt, but while I'm hurt, I'm finding myself through my art and my identity. Sleepless is a … Continue reading Sleepless 



I’ve been gone for three months, and I haven’t stopped loving you. The most unhealthy habit I have is loving. I love too quickly and too hard, I let my walls down easy and I trust too soon. People lie, and cheat and steal. They move forward and you’re left in a lonely world of, … Continue reading Retreat