Sweet Nothings (Featured in fine print below) I wish my head was over the edge of my queen size bed; you are so close, I can almost taste...

Every time I've felt like sending you a text, I wrote a poem about you instead. My leather journal has become a short story with the...

Survivor (Featured in fine print below) You are not a man, you are just a child in a grown man's body who tricked, and robbed me of my...