heavy is this heart
that holds your ghost
there's a weight in the air
and it smells like
your perfume
I feel your absence
haunt me like a night train
and I'm tied to the tracks
we're flammable
but summer set us alright
this season is walking
around in heels
and painting the walls blue
—I think this house ours is coming down too.
JE LEEST
an ocean of teardrops
PoëzieI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
