kings again

there was a boy, a girl, and a lilac memory shared between them. a memory of salty lips, and crashing waves of prussian.

Scribbles on a Napkin

Cause my friends keep telling me that I'm good at poetry.

Voicemail

In which a girl gets a series of late night calls she sends to her voicemail. In which a boy slowly destroy's himself in more ways then one.