I miss you, only a little, but it’s more than I’d like to. I’ve never met a rose without thorns and I’ve never met a real god, either....

pick a god and pray to it, child / crawl on all fours and beg for your raison d'être / only if you care enough. / prayers disguised as a...

he called me his angel, and perhaps I read into it too much but I have met an angel and they are not soft or sweet or sublime there is a...