The Downlow

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austin, texas, United States
aspiring writer, English and journalism student, hails from Texas. likes include writing, coffee, books, whisky and people.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Come in

I'm still young enough to have my heart broken a few more times. 


Monday, June 9, 2014

Keep on breathing

I thought I'd been in love before, heartbroken before.
I've watched my family die off slowly, and maybe I'm selfish, but there is no pain quite like this one.

I will win.


Love is a verb

There is a sweet moment tonight
When the cool rain air sets on my skin

And you are miles away at a bar
Maybe feeling the same thing.


I wrote that, it's mine.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Nothing scares me

"Experience: that brutal teacher. But you learn, my god do you learn."


Monday, June 2, 2014


The moon is fuzzy on the curve,
Holes speckled through
Then black.
I wonder if you're looking at it
200 miles away,
Drinking FranZia from a beer mug 
Lighting pall malls like me.
I wonder if you remember the weathered bronze ashtray, 
The fading red paint outside my old place.
I wonder if maybe I imagined you
Like the moon imagines an edge,
All fuzzy
Then black.


I wrote that.