mai’s poetry blog <3

i sew roses on pillowcase covers write unread letters paint the moon black drink room-temperature coffee and play hopscotch with the ghosts

when he own a coffee shop i’ll play the jazz album we listened to on the drive back home and above the mugs will be the picture frame i...

mama said i didn’t have a heart so i think there’s a hole there where flowers grow and if you put a stethoscope you’d hear the mice that...

i got frostbite so they could build snowmen and it was all okay because at least they laugh now

and the apartment right under it where the rabbit cage resides under the sign that says no pets with the bits of pottery that clutter the...

tw// abuse; inspired by cherry wine- hozier i still have the scabs and the blackened blue bruises along the walls of my ribs but don’t...

texan quicksand it swallows me and i don’t know if i can escape anymore because everyone else is gone and i never liked it here without you.

i had a date with apollo on one of those lazy afternoons i don’t recall if it even was somewhere or if it was just another dream but we...

the house with the pale, pink bricks and the ebony shutters that never open it sits right by the road, perched upon the slightest hill...

the television in the background a blur of incoherent hollering and drunk newscasters we didn’t even turn on the fireplace this year...