The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all around him. She had become a physical necessity.
There are poems
inside of you
that paper can’t
My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.
i wanna be one of those people who does yoga at sunrise and drinks water out of mason jars filled with berries and twigs and shit