Here; In a dream.

Staff note: This is touching.

amyislittlegirlblue:

Our bodies carve
through the mist,
like the woods are carved
by worn trails.

...

Nothing hurts more than
a paper cut from a page
that contains a blade of
poetry.

your heart is swollen to make your breasts appear larger

and flowers have more colors, even the dying ones
and some mornings, you see him...