El queen
We are all differently broken, rusted-out, love machines -Hank Green
LoveRegret

beardedmusing:

For so long
I’ve been trying
desperately
to write a poem
that doesn’t deal
with the subject of love.

In an effort to put
my mind over my heart,
I decided to take
a new approach.

Whenever I wanted to say
love,
I’d write it, scratch it out,
and replace it with
regret.

I

writingsforwinter:

A poem from my first poetry book, Survival Songs.
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If We Move in Together

writingsforwinter:

If we move in together, my heart is still yours,

but that doesn’t mean all my belongings have to be.

Privacy is the beetle’s husk, the moon’s rind, a tulip’s pollen,

my own skin. Our two halves of a home may touch and coalesce,

but when I need my space, let me have it,

stars, black holes,…