Shai Smith

fighting between the two roles of either being a victim or a villian… i wish i ended you i should have listened to those who saw through...

this isn’t a breakup poem. it’s a bloodbath. the kind that leaves missed calls like crime scene photos. this is what happens when someone...

there’s a certain kind of loneliness that feels like weaving your own web — trapping yourself with every thread of fear, memory, regret....