Poems

Hidden Meeting Verse 1 A meeting in the cornerswhere no one else is near, Your hand upon my waistmaking meaning clear. In the quiet of the darkwhere voices drop down low, We find the private placewhere only we can go. Chorus In this hidden meetingwhere the lines are crossed, We find each othercounting up the […]

Heat Like a Car Crash You walked into that bar like a bad decision already halfway down my throatperfume hitting the wires in my skull that make me forget my own self and voteI had a ring digging into my finger, a history, a lifea whole stack of promises lined up like dominoes in my

Heavy Heat Verse 1 The air is thick and stilla fever in the night, You pull me to the centerstanding in the light. Your mouth a heavy wordthe feeling sharp and right, Inside the summer darkwe set the room alight. Chorus In these burning hours, where the hunger growsWe lose the sense of timewhile the

Healthy Attachment But Make It Horny You text good morning and good nightnot in a clingy wayjust in that “I thought of you and it felt right” kind of toneThen follow it up with a voice note describing exactly how you want to kiss my neckin language that could strip paint off the wallYou ask

Hearts Like Constellations Verse 1 Window holds the faces in the glassThree of us are watching streetlights pass. Tracing out the charts in water vaporBetter than a map on folded paper. He calls a cluster by the winter roofSharing blankets as the only proof. She laughs and calls it by the group chat fightLit up

Hands on the Flame Verse 1 Standing on the curb with the sideways looksCounting up the bodies like open books. One hand gripping knuckles stained with inkThe other holding ringsa metal link. They say that love is meant for one on oneThat anything wider comes undone. But every night their rules begin to crackWhile we

Happy Accident Anthem I was supposed to grow up clean and efficientcolor-coded life with a desk where the air smells like toner and fearWas supposed to marry younghave tasteful photos on a mantel I never wantedspend weekends talking about interest rates and the coming yearInstead I tripped on every expectation like a drunk who never

Group Chat Guardian Angels It starts with a ding at 1:03, then another at 1:06then a whole chorus at 1:09 like tiny bells losing their mindThe group chat lights up in ten different colors as everyone piles in with memesrants, and the usual grindSomebody drops a “you guys awake, I am not okay” message wedged

Hands Covered in Yours I never wanted a littlenever wanted to share the feastI wanted everything you ever touched piled in my corner while you watched me eat like some starving beastMoney, sure, I took thatbut it was never the only thing that lit me up insideI wanted your hours, your loyalty, your last good

Greasepaint and Cracked Mirrors I paint my smile in the morninghide the wreckage with a joke, Pull on baggy laughterhoping nobody sees I’m brokeJuggle pain for an audiencethe noise is always in demandBut nobody claps when the spotlight shakes in my hand. Greasepaint and cracked mirrorsCover up the scars I hideI play the fool so