GARFIELD

6.8.20
sometimes i do things i regret
sometimes i do people i regret

don’t mistake my longing for love
lord knows
my bed’s not big enough for that type of bullshit

GARFIELD

5.31.20
ive dreams of sleep
my eyes, have never housed more sandbags
but my soul – has never been more on fire

this
this is where we are meant to be

GARFIELD

5.29.20
linden,
you may not know this
that golden snitch tomato of yours is planted in my garden

that was graceless of me
i know that
we d balance seven cups
if we pretended to be anything but chaos
im terrified of something too homely
when every breath coming out of my body
is shaped like leaving
in pieces, yet at peace
looking for serenity and dancing through turmoil

if ive learned anything from people like us
what they call fleeing
we call bravery
run into the belly of the beast
letting our bones become battles
knowing no fire
but complacency
could collapse the pillars we ve build ourselves on
we will never look in the mirror
to watch tragedy staring back

GARFIELD

05.18.20
forgiveness without recourse can be enabling

i believe that
just as deeply as i believe
humanity with out grace is inhumane
look at us now
dusk can make a fool of us all

GARFIELD

5.13.20
i am fully aware
songs like Norwegian Wood
were mused by the likes of me

GARFIELD

5.10.20
yes of course i understand my recent love affair with the past
was a relatively recent past
you have no idea the courage required
to reject the secure blessings of monotony
and woo the unpredictable ecstasies of a starved soul

not coming out heartbroken doesn’t mean coming out unscathed
embers traded seats with bridges
and trolls have no place to hide

im learning to skip pebbles with my monsters

GARFIELD

5.7.20

if i choose to not spend time with you it s because you lack gratitude.
so. yeah. it’s personal.

GARFIELD

5.3.20
finding freedom in transforming my surroundings
scratching the sun
for a little more chaos
a good reminder that
i can always put things back in order

this is my form of magic
to reconstruct myself
over and over every day
content in known
id rather abandon parts unfitting
than compromise

GARFIELD

5.1.20
yes of course i like grief
she calls me out that way
melody s
promising new chapters
in books we ve already read

GARFIELD

4.28.20
carved time for you
feathered Dumbo for your Thursday
shower me with lullabies
but know that robe is as un-clean
as the intention my fingertips
have on your skin

sipping the moon
between your legs i wonder if youve known pause
call me Persephone, then
unable to tell if this is ecstasy
or the taste of freedom after years in captivity