a 26-year-old who still keeps a diary

suits me

breathe again

like a storm

untitled

daylight savings

warm my heart

a simple ask

snakes like sweet water

there’s a scar

closing time

comfortable

wonder

ghost

evidently

dirty bar and to the coast

awaken

i’ll be around

nothing about you

tired hands

two trips around the sun

olive branch

third

dangerous

i was to you

her brave

the moon to a wolf

tell me i’m pretty

the door

too much

tightrope

august, too.

scared to live

tagalong

i waxed a floor today

need-to-know’s

one of my senses

was it summer? was it fall?

sad in the sun

hi, it’s me

forget me not

the greatest

tinted pink

you used to know me

wild child, tough enough

feeling like me

i am number 8

thirsty

hustle and grind

with a farewell

it’s an honor