Full-time dog mom and grad student. Part-time painter and poet.
Darling, You are leaking, You are spilling out, You are overflowing. You let someone else fill you up. They couldn’t read you.
By Mo D5 years ago in Poets
Papermate blue, The color of my childhood bedroom. I picked it out, Brought in a pen as a shade sample. I knew exactly what I wanted.
I started listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers because my crush liked them. He was a drummer. Occasionally we held hands. We sat beside each other from time to time. Many side glances. An abundance of awkward smiles. Even a slow dance or two.
By Mo D5 years ago in Beat
