Lit Poetry

All I know is when You leave me, and it’s always You who leaves or them who pull me away, I am left a void. At least when You have...

Been a year now without you, without having those seemingly endless conversations and rants, without savoring your delectable cuisine, without you complimenting me, my outfits, my hair,...

I see it now the bridge between past and present. a superstitious metaphor for metamorphosis and loss and moving on. As if somehow bridge crossing is a profound accomplishment while the...

if your absence was no longer a choice maybe the rest of our family would stop looking at me like a chipped-tooth smile they can all see right...

We created a version of ourselves that we could stomach, peeled the yellow wallpaper and brazenly fell in love with the madness we mistook for magic.        

I loved you once. Wasn’t for too long, Because you forbid me from it, remember? It started, and it stopped. It began from a word to a wink And...

When September came and you were gone with the setting skies and leaves that crunch like bone I took a trip down memory lane alone, in an orange-tinted...

Sometimes I just lay on the grass without moving; people call my name, but I don’t hear them. I’m too busy staring at the...

declared on a bunk bed in a cabin by a river your voice the sweetest sound of poison (I cannot forget) even in the heat of summer you held me...

I was magic; A burning kerchief turned into new fabric, A white dove that flew away from a magician's trick