words and shit

i am not the mountain, mi amori am the kiss beneath the avalanchethe molten whisper that melts through stonei am the yearning that cracked the crust to find light—not to…

Stool’s leanin’, jukebox screamin’, neon bleedin’ on my arm,Cheap whiskey kissin’ my lips like it’s meanin’ me no harm,Pen bleedin’ on receipts, ink deep like street scars,I’m scribblin’ heat —…

I don’t wake up alone every night —but it might as well feel that way.I’ve left bars with women whose faces I can picturebut whose names vanish by sunrise.They pour…

Libra, Aquarius, and Cancers — three tides pulling at the same restless shore, each carrying a storm beneath their calm, a revolution wrapped in fragile skin. Libra walks a tightrope…