what can’t a swing fix?

In case you were wondering who i am.

basically ‘ i have got to get sexier’ in poetic formatting

It could go two ways, I thought. It went the fifth way.

would kindness kill you?

“How does one forgive what the other refuses to apologize for?” Is what I used to think. Then, I got the apology (indirectly) and wrote this

im probably the most ethical liar.

fear&fantasy. a poem thats really just my raw thoughts

why is something i wrote at 19 still ringing true at 21?

im still hoping for a more comfortable bathtub