If My Hands Could Tell A Story

"fuck you burn in hell" poem

don't snap

LOVE SUCKS

if it sounds like i'm crying shut up i'm not

from the vault in my chest

sunday

wednesday

wish you were here

i wrote this drunk and sad and im still drunk and sad and i wish my heart didn't feel full of cement

staircase

sleeping beauty

if they're both home we can go out on the lawn

bedroom music

if we are nothing but satellites orbiting each other in the night
at least we know we're still keepin an eye
if we never get together
at least we can say we tried
and if we never get to die, babe
you & i could still get high
<3



babe

we were driving and you did the thumb thing on my hand and it ruined my fucking life

roadkill or roadlove (not to be confused with road head) in the study of human feeling or lack of

angels

lonely universe

pulp fiction (spoken word)

the last word

If I should find a time machine

Everything about you screamed infinite

"him" poem

The Art of Moving On (spoken word)

I will always write about you, always, always, always

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