I feel like a badly drawn picture of a girl Bent out of shape, losing features in the swirl Or the dot of the Impressionist brush Something about being such a beautiful mess is a headrush I feel like a child's illustration of a woman My features indistinguishable from others I could embody a Picasso;... Continue Reading →
Norwich
A poem about moving cities for work.
Protected: I sleep better when you’re high.
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Phoenix (old version)
A poem inspired by walking by the Thames late at night.
Flowers in Germany
A poem about a long-distance relationship.
Late Romantic 