The Bitter Aftertaste of Sweet Air
I turned my back on the skyline, because looking at it meant
Ginny on the Rocks
Salt & Skin, A Reckless Abandon
He found me here, you know. On this beach where the waves
Concrete & Neon: The Weight of Letting Go
He said I was a storm. Said he wanted calm. Men always
The Weight of Silk & Secrets
He thinks a little lace means I’ve softened, become pliable. Honey,
Neon & The Ghosts We Invite In
Rain. Tokyo spits it out like unwanted memories, and honestly, the city
Petals & Rebellion
The rain always smells like regret in this city. He found me
Petals & Rebellion
The rain always smells like regret in this city. He’d brought
Winter’s Hold, His Heat
The snow tasted of regret. It always did when I let myself
Concrete Bloom
The rain tasted like regret. I’d been collecting it all evening,
Salt & Scorched Skin
The sand still held the ghost of his heat. Not a fiery,
Salt & Recklessness
The salt spray tasted like a promise – sharp, undeniable. He’d found
