Scarcity

Lips graze just barely on My wrist, it is not me nor you Licking the wounds Too deep to heal Hands roam floating on My flesh, it is not me nor you Brushing the goosebumps Too cuspidated to sink Whispers glide into My ears, it is not me nor you Calming the anxious swirls Too … More Scarcity

Again

And so another loss, Another goodbye, Another journal Pouring poems out about How much i miss your eyes. •L•S•

Goodbyes

It was on my flight back From London, that i Had realized we had an Expiration date and that Forever was not In our cards. •LS•

Pause

If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)