i hope that my tears trap my memories of you.   they’re thrust up violently but then they fall quickly and are wiped away and forgotten



i can’t believe that we are here. the higher the climb, the harder the fall. i’m mad. i’m mad at you. i’m mad at me. i’m mad that i let you in. i’m mad that i thought you were different. i’m mad that i trusted that you wouldn’t hurt me; you would handle me with… Continue reading ending

16 days

sixteen days ago i moved to new york city. in my sixteen days, i’ve gotten lost on the subway once, i’ve missed my train once, i’ve been asked for directions twice, i’ve gone grocery shopping downtown 70 blocks once, i’ve taken an uber to target in the bronx twice, had three job interviews, started two… Continue reading 16 days