This poem is about difficult crossroads and situations in life, going through them mostly on your own and losing people.

We were three months into this quasi-relationship of fucking and dating, the onset of affection setting in months before. He was sweet, loving, austere, and far too gentle. It unnerved me when he stared at me, an undeniable ache in those pretty blue eyes.

An exploration of light after dark, made using interior design magazines.

A deadly serious, not-at-all-satire guide to surviving - no THRIVING - in your 20s