damaged goods of sweet nothings

  i havent written about love since i was nineteen since i was nineteen, I was foolish thinking love could be salvaged through Facebook thinking love could be found in a few swipes and as i scroll though sweet status updates i have a bottle in my other hand to cleanse my thoughts of love …

Possibilities

There are possibilities One I’m afraid to consider The other a constant reminder And the last being the one I want Whether I’ve lost or won Whether I’ve ran or fallen Because here I am Still falling I don’t want to see the landing Because there are many possibilities One where you’re not there One …