Love Has Misled Us.

You’ll analyze every word they say and the speed in which they text. You’ll stay up late wondering where they are and you’ll go to sleep crying, the nights they’re not by your side. You’ll let your stomach knot, when you feel them drift away and you’ll let your idea of love, stand in your way of…

Feather

It flew in through the window while in a probable nostalgia you wallow. It was a proud crimson delegate of beauty so presently delicate. You began to carry it around, the lucky charm that caught you spellbound. Because of how bright it seemed, how light it felt. Esteemed with prideful exuberance it was worn upon…