Spring Flowers

When I sit still for too long, I begin to remember the things I always wanted to forget: The feeling of his skin against mine, the way he said my name. I wanted to let go of him, the way clouds do with the rain. But here he is again-- droplets blossoming, rejuvenating old pains. …

Too Late

I thought I was grieving for something else...

I’m Sorry

The worst part about breaking someone else's heart...

Small, Shallow Pieces

I gave him measuring spoons for the kitchen...

Work in Progress

I'm doing my best to live a life that makes me proud...

Come Back

You should have known by...

“Jeg Elsker Dig”

Until you...

Fodder

He said, "You better not..."

Push and Pull

One likes one...

Mud Season

When you wake up...