get off your bike, 

and take a photo of those flowers. 

Allow yourself to 

pause, and breathe in 

the small beauties that surround you. 


Five Years 

I’m not sure whether 

we’re falling more and more in love

or just slowly driving each other insane. 

Maybe it’s the same thing. 

Sweet Pea

Smaller than a sweetpea 

but you already rule 

my every thought 

my every mood 

my every move 

even my dreams are filled with you

or rather

the loss of you. 

Every night a nightmare of 

dark blood on clean fabric. 

Every morning a prayer: 


let this one have 

a happy ending.